I’m sorry for every mean thing I’ve ever said about you or to you. I’m sorry for hating parts of you. I’m sorry for thinking your boobs are too small, your butt too flat, your arms too skinny and your face the worst thing about yourself. I’m sorry for being self-conscious. I’m sorry for abusing you. I’m sorry for exposing you to the eyes of boys who will only care about how skinny your waist is. I’m sorry for pushing your boobs too high, and wearing shorts that are too short in attempts to get attention – you’re better than that, I’m better than that. I’m sorry for thinking that your self-worth was measured in his eyes. I’m sorry for every time you didn’t feel loved. I’m sorry for not showing you I love you enough. I’m sorry I think you have wings, when all you have are feet. I’m sorry I overwork you, deprive you of what you need, curse at you, wish you were this or wish you were that, but you’re doing your best and that’s all I can ask for.
I, however, am not sorry for the tattoo that decorates your left side. I’m not sorry for the days I put effort in, or the days I don’t. I’m not sorry for the days I leave make-up in its bag. I’m not sorry for flowing with your ebbs and ebbing with your flows. I’m not sorry for being sexual, and I’m not sorry for the days that touching is the last thing you want. I’m not sorry for feeling beautiful when he looks at you like that, even when I know you don’t look your best.
You don’t always need to look your best. You just need to feel good about you. Who the actual fuck cares? Yeah, compliments are nice. But backhanded compliments don’t feel good. Like, who the actual fuck cares if your “thigh gap looks good today?!” And you didn’t ask for this thigh gap, Goddammit. So don’t let other girls make you feel guilty for it. Having a thigh gap isn’t even that big of a deal. It’s based on the size of your hips anyway, not anything else. You’re teeny, you’re tiny, you’re small, you’re petite and that’s okay!
Know that you are beautiful just the way you are. Your ins and outs are beautiful. Your subtle curves are beautiful. Your crooked, chipped teeth are beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful. Your freckles that only come out of hiding during the summer months are beautiful. Your breasts are beautiful, and just the right size. Your butt is beautiful. Your legs and thighs and thigh gap are beautiful. Your crazy lion hair is beautiful. Your dirty, worn-in feet are beautiful. Your arms are beautiful. Your heart and lungs and tongue are beautiful. Even when you’re old, grey and saggy – you will be beautiful, because you will be you.
I know this letter isn’t as poetic as I would have liked it to be, but, body, I love you.