Here we are, the last day. I almost didn’t do this one, I’ll be honest. It seems hard and I don’t like it. Which, of course, means that I should probably do it. Road less traveled and all that.
Quick recap: May of 2020 is all about self-love. I’m trying to be kinder and embrace a more self-focused positive attitude. Each day, I’ll be working from one of the prompts from Tia Harding’s 32 Self-Love Journal Prompts or from The Petite Planner’s 30 Days of Self-Love.
Here’s today’s prompt: “Write a thank you letter to your body for all it is capable of.“
The list of what I can’t do is long. Eat strawberries or shrimp; swim underwater without holding my nose shut. But we’re not here to focus on “can’t” today. The prompt is to write a thank you letter to your body for all it is capable of. And, boy is it difficult.
Dear My Body,
Thank you for continuing on, even when I thought I couldn’t. Thank you for withstanding everything, and everyone, that you have. Thank you for the creaky knees and bad shoulder that twinge to remind me I’m still here. Thank you for holding the tattoos that I love.
Thank you for making me take better care of myself, and for making me adapt to an actual human sleep schedule. Thank you for adapting well to most of the medications we’ve been assigned to help sort things out. Thank you for surviving when we had the wrong meds.
Thank you for letting me create; be it by page or hook, paper or fiber, I love being able to create things and get them out into the world. Thank you for my hands. They do such wonderful things like help me express myself through sign or gesticulation, clap with joy or amusement, embrace people, and write letters. And, of course, crochet and help deliver tacos to my mouth. I get to love on cats and other people with my hands.
Thank you for my eyes, flawed may they be. With them I can see loved ones, my computer screen at work, books both digital and analog that I love to devour. I can see sunrises, if I’m ever up that early, and sunsets; the night sky and the moon. I can pick out different glasses to help perk up my mood.
Thanks for my face. It’s fairly symmetrical, and not too bad to look at. I love letting it be natural, or the feeling of a freshly scrubbed face after an exfoliating mask. I love putting on makeup, especially lipstick, when I feel pretty.
Thanks for my legs, even if they’re creaky kneed. I’ve been on thirty plus years of adventures on these hairy bad boys, and can’t wait for thirty plus years more.
Thank you for the things that make me utterly unique. The boobs that enter a room before I do half the time. The beauty mark on my left wrist and the ones on my arms that I used to take markers to an connect like constellations. Thanks for my laugh, too high and loud may it be, and my voice which sounds nothing like what I think I sound like when I hear it recorded.
Thank you for being my body, flaws and problems and chemical imbalances all.