Just a few days ago, I came over a heartfelt letter Shelly @ Growing with Spawn wrote to her body, after being inspired by the one Ang @ Lose Weight With Ang penned. It seemed like a lovely idea and I do believe it’s random acts of thoughtfulness like these that leave a generous impact on our mental health and on certain readers as well. I wasn’t sure of what to write but I decided to do it anyway! A huge thank you to Ang for this tag!
Before I begin, please make sure you check out the two letters below; they’re absolutely worth a read and resonate deeply on certain levels.
Please feel free to join in on this and please don’t forget to tag Ang if you do!
“and I said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.”
― Nayyirah Waheed
In all our years of knowing each other, I never once thought to thank you for being there, for being me, for being strong and just for being who you are. A week or so ago, when one of my cousins were visiting, I sat with her infant son for a while; just watching him sleep and smile in his peaceful slumber, every now and then. He was tiny, just about the length of my forearm. I’ve never had younger siblings or been around babies much, but the fragile charm he exuded was profoundly strong.
I can’t believe we met when, you were that tiny or that I was born as you. The fact that you’re the one who holds my mind close when it threatens to break away, tether my thoughts and dreams to reality or that my hands that are attached to you are the ones who do everything that I love are truths that are now beginning to dawn on me as I remain speechless not knowing why or how I didn’t see it before.
We’ve had a rocky relationship because of all my allergies and our mutual disinclination towards food and while I don’t regret our food choices much, I wish I could treat you to a healthier lifestyle. I’m sorry for all the times I picked on you, for not carrying yourself gracefully, for the times I wanted you to be, who we both weren’t and especially for all the times, I tried to pretend you and me just didn’t exist in the other’s illusion of the world.
I’m sorry I consistently subject you to my erratic sleep patterns and then drag you out of bed just because sleep doesn’t come easy; for I never let it feel welcome either. I wish I could take you out on more walks and give you the brief respite outdoors, you scream for on some days. I hate that I prioritise my relentless procrastination when you are in need of help and attention. I so appreciate all the hours you let me stay up, no matter how ungodly the hour may be; and I love and appreciate how you always succeed in dragging me out of bed in the morning, in time for school irrespective of whether or not, I let you succumb to sleep at night.
Dear body, you have been kind and occasionally rather hard on me, but I now realise all the strain and pressure I forced you to go through was even harder and I apologise for my inconsiderate behaviour. You’ve been there for me when no one else has, you’ve stood up for me and given me a voice and I’m so grateful for all of it. I thank you for accepting all the awkward falls and stumbles without any acknowledgement of the pain that followed and for getting right back up, like nothing had ever happened.
I hope we can learn to get along better with each other. I’ve grown so much from that fragile child I see in photos and know, as long as I breathe, it’ll be you who carries me through.
The child you shelter
“I am getting used to my voice not sounding like an apology, my hair looking like a thunder storm, my face resembling a calamity, my smile looking like jagged tombstones, my soul feeling like an abstract art.”
― Ayushee Ghoshal, 4 AM Conversations
Introverted Thoughts aka D