Love Letter to my Body
By. Allison Roach
The vessel that carries my creative spirit and loving heart
I’ve spent so many showers
Sobbing over what you looked like, instead of asking you what you need
I wasted so much time
Counting each and every stretch mark
I forgot to thank them for every piece of birthday cake that I’ve enjoyed
I’ve stared at you long and hard in the mirror
Yet I feel as though I don’t know you
And for the first time, I notice how strong and healthy I look.
The definition in my thigh muscle
The way my strength is carried in my biceps
My feet, calloused and big
Have taken me to every corner of the country
I looked so long at my hands
Worried if anyone noticed them aging
That I forgot to thank them for poetry and sushi and the feeling of caressing my lover’s cheek.
I criticized my lips for being so thin
Instead of being grateful for strawberries and lip balm and reunion kisses.
This is my love letter to you
I promise to smile as often as I like
And welcome the laugh line wrinkles as they appear
I promise to eat things I like that fuel you and keep you healthy
I promise to thank you more often than I detest you
And love my hips for being ready for babies
Even if I never have one
My tummy is not a war zone
But rather, a patch of wildflowers that I tend to
And I shall care for you like you deserve
You have carried me from place to place for a quarter century.
And everyday is a new opportunity
To keep my promises
And share this love letter
Allison Roach is a lost, broke lgbtq+ intersectional feminist millennial living in Seattle, Washington. You can follow her on Instagram @allisonrroach. She loves her cats, her fiancé, and Disney just a little too much. She’s a self-published author and her book The Funny Thing About Forever is available on Amazon.