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Dear Body,

The time has come for you and us to stop fighting. I am done. If you think about all of the arguments we have had over the past few years, they just seem silly. And, I have to admit, it’s mostly my fault. I give you a hard time for the dumbest things and don’t give you enough credit for the amazing things that you do everyday! You take care of me even when I am sleeping. I am sorry, and I want to do better. The following comes from my heart…err your heart…whatever- I mean it though.

To my feet- you’re big, so what? You help me not to fall down more my giving me a sturdy base. Thanks, I’ll have my husband rub you more.

To my legs- I owe everything to you. You get me out of bed every morning. You support me on those long runs to help keep the rest of our body happy. You are my foundation. I will never again say our thighs are big or gross or wrinkly. I will not concern myself with the non-sense that is a ‘thigh-gap’. That’s just dumb. Thanks for being strong when I have been weak.

To my butt- thanks for being so good at dancing! Next wedding we go to, I promise to let you stay on the dance floor as long as you want to shake that money maker.

To my stomach- we have had a strained relationship for as long as I can remember. I ask too much of you. You were the perfect home to my 2 beautiful babies. You stretched just like you were designed to do, and I give you a hard time because you don’t look like you did in high school any more. If my husband got mad at me for that I would divorce him so I am sorry I talk to you like that. NO MORE. I love you and I will treat you better. I will also give you the best food I can- not to shrink and starve you- but to nourish you.

To my boobs- we had a really good run! I really just owe you round of applause. You were so good to me for so many years. In return, I promise to buy you big comfy bras and double it up for our workouts.

To my shoulder- you let me down last year, and I am still trying to work on forgiving you. All you had to do is stay in your home. Are you too good for your home?! Sorry, I digress. It’s almost been a full year since we got hurt, and we are not out of the woods yet. But, I promise to work as hard as I can to make you better.

To my brain- well aren’t you a tricky little friend… Not sure why you need to wake me up at 3am so that I can start contemplating my retirement or why I walk outside to get the mail and start to wonder about what I would do if someone just started shooting at me or if a squirrel jumped out of the tree onto my head, but I trust that there is a reason. I will work hard on bringing peace you in this new year. Even if it is for only 10 mins. a day, I will try to clear my thoughts and give you a break. Ohhmmmm…..

To my hair- you don’t have long. Come March, you are getting buzzed. It’s not you, it’s me. But, as you are growing back in, I’ll try not to judge you. I’ll remember that we did this for a good cause and I’ll try not to cry. Maybe this will be our chance to experiment and try something new together. You know, spice things up. Maybe there’s something cool that I’ve never even heard of….

So, thanks body. Let this be the year we fall in love just like old times.