I decided to take part in BlogHer’s Letter to My Body initiative. This most definitely isn’t a cry for attention. Just honesty.

Dear Body,

We’ve been through some rough times, you and me. I don’t treat you as well as I should. I know this. It’s such a struggle for me to do what’s right when it comes to you. No one else really understands. They all just think it’s so simple. Unhappy with your body? Slave away in the gym, eat all the right things, do all the right exercises and everything will be perfect. You’ll get that beach body in no time!

It’s not that easy.

Five years ago, I ran you to the ground. I did hours on the elliptical. I didn’t eat as much as I should have. It showed. 20ish pounds down in a matter of months. Small thighs, bony chest, hipbones that could cut glass, but was I really even happy with that? My mother was scared. I was depressed. It was a really rough time.Then I met someone who loved me so much, who thought I was perfect no matter what. It was okay to eat now. To go out to restaurants again. To enjoy food. I got comfortable. Today I am still lucky enough to still be with that someone who makes me so happy and still says I am perfect.

But you, body, no longer make me comfortable. He tells me I am beautiful, but I don’t see that. The mirror and I are not friends. I’ve put back on that weight lost, plus much more. I dread going shopping, it almost always ends with me in near tears. Break downs in fitting rooms are my specialty, it seems. Shoes and bags? Those are my favorite. Why? It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, they will always look good.

You see, for the past few years it’s been a continual power struggle between us. There’s never a medium with me. It’s always one extreme or the other. This is why I am stuck where I am today. Eat eat eat or lose lose lose? I can fluctuate 10 pounds in 2 weeks. Lose it quick, eat and gain it all back, only to do it over 2 weeks later. It’s a never ending cycle.

I don’t find bones appealing, so that is not the look I am going for. I just want to be happy with you again.

So body, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through. I’m sorry for depriving you. I’m sorry for overindulging you.

I’m working my way to finding that medium.

I hope I find it soon.

- J