Letter to my body

Dear Body,

There are something I just can't stand about you. You're such a hoarder. You hold onto things you and I both know we could live without, but you swear we might need it one day. All it's doing is holding us back. You're so immature. You make noises at the WORST possible time. I don't care if you took whale speaking classes with Dory. The world doesn't need to know. especially not during a lecture! The world also doesn't need to know about every single thing that hurt you. You get a cut, bruise, burn, you heal, and you should move on. Why the long term evidence? Oh and the constant moving when I'm not moving? Why aren't we in this together? If I move a limb, you should move at the same pace. Why so much inertia? Body, I can think of a lot more things wrong with you, but guess what? You're the only body I have. I don't care what the plastic surgeons say about giving me the best body ever. You were given to me, and you're all I need. You've been with me since the beginning, 07-18-93. You've grown with me. I've seen your ups and downs. You've seen my ups and downs. I know you're not perfect, but hey, neither am I. and one day we both will be. So until then, we'll work together on becoming what God's vision of us as a unit is. I love you body. All the noises, all the excess, all the scars, all the pains. We're in this together. Until death do us part. <3