I wrote a letter to my body once.
It was something suggested to me by my therapist – something I never in a million years thought I’d be able to finish.
It was a post written in the middle of as opposed to after the fact. I did not see myself as I wrote, but I prayed to find beauty in the body God gave me through every word.
It was soul-shattering.
My plea for acceptance echoed against the lies repeating inside :: don’t let anyone near, don’t let anyone touch, don’t let anyone love.
It was the proverbial ice-pick for the glacier of hurt I kept inside.
Perhaps it’s fitting these words were thrown on a page in faith a little over a year ago. I’ve grown a lot these past few months – understanding and accepting and fighting for the personality and skin and space my body possesses.
(Please finish reading this post by Elora Nicole over HERE. And don’t forget to pre-order Emily’s new book, Mom in the Mirror: Body Image, Beauty and Life After Pregnancy, HERE.)