You, dear one, are loved.
I know I shout insults at you all the time
I know I ignore you when you ask me to stop
I can’t imagine what it must be like for you.
You, who wants to feel the sun every day on your skin,
move sensually to music,
walk a thousand miles across green, near water.
You, who always wanted to be a yogi.
To be able to stretch and bend with the rhythms of your breath.
To sit comfortably in retreats without screaming pain in your legs and back.
Body, I want you to know that I’m sorry.
I wish you had never experienced the trauma of rape
I wish I could have shielded you from a life of stress and survival
Body, I want us to be friends
I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do
or to be anything you aren’t meant to be
I will not shame you anymore
I will not hide you away
I will remember you are beautiful
and whisper love into your ears
love, just love.
Pure unconditional love.