You may recall my 'Dear Body' post, if you haven't read it, you can find it here.
After writing to my Body I then had to respond as my body. All seems a bit weird you may think, talking to myself, but the process was quite empowering.
Again I tried not to overthink what I was asked to do, but thought of it as me replying to a friend.
You were so small and vulnerable when you were born. I wasn't sure you would survive but you battled on. I wonder if sometimes you feel like that now?
I know you dislike me, you tell me often enough You try to hurt me with your thoughts and actions but I'm still here for you and I won't let you down. You are a fighter.
You tell me how much you hate your stomach. You see fat and disgust. I see a part of you which held your child close, a part of you which suffered physical pain for years and needed surgery to put right.
Don't be embarrassed or ashamed of your scars, they are part of your story.
You are so much more than what is looking back in the mirror. Those scars on your hips show the pain you tolerated both physically and mentally.
You recovered from surgery and you pushed and pushed yourself until you passed that 26 mile mark.
I need to be cared for, loved, cherished and nourished. I know that one day you will feel this way towards me again.
Don't blame yourself for the things that have happened to me. Those things were out of your control, you didn't know any better.
Please, please try and treat me with the respect I deserve. I hate to be in pain, especially in my head.
I would love to be friends with you again.
Your body xx
My dialogue with my body continues. My next task is for my to again respond in a compassionate way.
Until next time.