To my body:

I'm sorry for everything I've put you trough.

Every scraped knee.

Every broken bone.

Every bruise and bump I've given you.

I'm sorry for every day I told you coffee was a meal.

For getting mad when you got hungry.

I'm sorry for every day I told you weren't good enough.

For not saying thank you for holding me together on days I felt like falling apart.

I sorry for letting people walk all over you

use you

every time I didn't have the courage to say no.

But most of all:

I'm sorry for for the kind of person I was to you.

Because you deserve so much better.

So I want to start by telling you what I like.

I like your smile.

I like your eyes because they just look like moms.

I like the small freckle on your back.

The dimple in your chin.

And I love the way you hold the people you care about the most.

I can't wait until there are more things that I can tell that I like about you because I want to love you.

You deserve it.