Dear Me,

Look, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but I've never really liked you. I've been on a diet for as long as I can remember. Never really enjoying food, either not eating or eating too much.
I've always been too critical. My head is too round, it looks like a pumpkin. My nose is too big, thighs are too big, stomach is too big. But mostly, I'm just too fat.
I didn't even appreciate you in pregnancy. In fact, I hated pregnancy so much I don't have one picture of me pregnant (Big mistake). You carried and birthed a baby and still, was my first reaction to thank you? Nope, it was to diet and spend two hours every day at the gym, must lose baby weight RIGHT NOW.
Even as I write this, I still punish you. Even at my thinnest, it was not thin enough.
So here it is, thank you. Thank you for being healthy. For taking care of Michael. For even, dare I say it, being beautiful. You are a gift, and I will try to do a better job of remembering that.
Brought to you by Blogher's letter to my body.