According to my mother, a part of me seemed “fragile” from the moment I was born. Other pieces of mine such as strong spirit and an “I can do anything” attitude have done a lot to offset this truth in my life but nonetheless it was an accurate sensing.
As a child I was often sick and by the ripe old age of eight I was hospitalized for the surgical removal of my inflamed appendix. Fatigue has been an ever-present part of me and about nine years ago, more serious health problems started. The majority of the time since I have not felt well and issues worsened about two and a half years ago. I am still working to heal.
After seeing me go through so much, someone close to me recently looked at me and said “Aren’t you mad at your body for everything it has put you through?” I opened my mouth to respond but as nothing was coming out I walked over to a nearby mirror to have a look. I stared right at this body of mine in a contemplative manner as I had never really considered this thought but when I found my answer I couldn’t help but smile.
“I LOVE my body” I said. And it was true. While looking at my reflection a very large wave of affection had come over me for this precious vessel of mine that had been with me for so long. It had worked so hard for and with me through it all. Since day ONE it was there and it had never given up. I was and still am deeply touched.
I even gave it a nickname. I now call it my little “lemon” in the most endearing way. Every time I say this title I can’t help but giggle affectionately and think about how adorable it is. And I show it my love daily by working to give it the best food, thoughts and environmental elements possible so that it doesn’t have to work quite as hard to keep me going.
We are a team and we are fully committed to one another. I do hope that one day we can feel a little better than we currently do but either way I really, truly love my body.
I love you