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An Open Letter to My Body

Good morning, I hope your day is going well. God, I never know how to start these things. My day was nice, I got to visit some friends and I showed my Granny how to use her ipad. And I went to the gym. Now I’m tired. Anyway.

I know we haven’t really been friends recently, In fact, I’d say we’ve been avoiding each other pretty well. I only look at you right after I get out of the shower, before I throw on a towel and shuffle the hell out, and you only look at me when I’m in the gym trying not to look at you reflected in the wall-to-wall mirrors.

Despite all this, I want to try and rebuild the bridges we burned so long ago, me rejecting your attempts to keep me healthy and you refusing to fit into my skinny jeans. Think of it as a clean slate, a new beginning, a blank space, if you will.

Now, don’t panic, I’m not talking about swearing off chocolate or ditching carbs or only eating cheese cubes.

What I propose might seem impossible, but it’s really very simple: I will love you better.

Dear body, I promise to love you better.

What does that look like? Hell if I know. Maybe that means in the split second I see you after a shower I will not grimace. Maybe that means going to the gym because it makes us both feel good. Maybe that means just eating the goddamn chocolate.

I want us to be friends again. Good friends, the kind that support each other with butt slaps and the kind that can get into a huge fight only to come back and hug later. I want to be hugging friends. I actually like hugs, I don’t know if you knew that about me.

I want to get to know you too. It’s been a while, what have you been up to? Still allergic to raw fruit? I know this great smoothie blend that I think you’d love, I promise. Maybe we could hang out sometime and I’ll make it for you. I hope that’s not weird.

Let me know what you think of all this, I know it’s a lot to take in. If you’re hurt that it took me so long to get here, I’m sorry. Love is never something that should be given in small servings.

Dear body, I promise to love you like too much whip cream on my pumpkin pie, like every kiss that made my foot pop, like every bad day made better with red wine. Dear body, I hope we can be friends again. I miss you.

With love,

Me

Carefree

What does it mean to be carefree? I have less than a week left of summer before going back to school and I’m trying to cling to every carefree moment I have left. Last summer I took a beach trip with some of my girlfriends and it was one of my favorite vacations; we did everything, swimming in the ocean, board walk, that random fair that was happening, staying up late, watching rom coms, it was so fun! I highly recommend going on a trip like that, add it to your bucket list, go go go!!

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Sometimes it’s hard to remember what it feels like to be carefree. Especially since we’re adults (or trying to be) and life just seems like it’s throwing bricks at us, assuming we can catch them. But it never works like that and I usually end up dropping the brick on my toe like the klutz I am and then I’ve got a broken toe and no brick. Looking back through pictures really does help jog my memory, though…I wish we could just step back into old pictures and relive the memories. TIME TRAVEL FOR THE WIN!
But at the same time, it’s good to make new memories and have new carefree moments–as life continues, so does time. I don’t know, I was trying to be deep there.

What is your favorite carefree moment? Why was it so great? Let me know in the comments or twitter.