Dear Body

For years I have loved you, feeding you with the best cuisine money can buy-and this is how you repay me? Your big feet are struggling to fit into your regular size. Your chunky thighs draw the wrong attention to my direction. Your hips are a blog of fat waiting to be sized into shape. Your jiggly arms wave goodbye as you wave hello. You use to have a flat tummy, but now you have to lie on your back to get the flatness.

To be honest I feel betrayed, what happened to my jogging results? All I ever get is just extra fat; I can’t even recognise you anymore. I feel like we had a communication barrier somehow, we were meant to be a team (Mind, Body and Soul working together forever). Have I not been kind enough to you? Do you want to be starved and stuffed with rice cakes?

I guess that it’s not all your fault. I’ve kept you in front of the tevo and laptop for the 16 hours I’m awake. I haven’t given you time to rest and I insist that you’re in working order for the next day. Shame, body, now that I think about it, I haven’t given you much love. With so much Lindt, fold-overs and tramazines it’s no wonder you’re reacting with so much force.

I promise to keep you in shape, love you the proper way and give you all the nutrients you deserve.

PS

-I’m sorry it took me this long to realise what you really need. 

(Letter to My Body Inspired by Elle Magazine)