Dear body,
The last time my monthly visitor came, it came with so much anger, I wondered what triggered it. Was it the junk I consume so much? Or was my uterus punishing me because my eggs refused to fertilise? Whatever it was, my visitor refused to be appeased. Not even the pills I served it could calm it down. Until you came — like you used to — to fight for me. To keep me alive. Thank you.
The other day, when my body was violated, and I refused to look at my body in the mirror; to touch it, because it felt like my body didn’t belong to me, you kept working. When I ate, you aided my digestion. When I walked, my legs moved with me. Even when I cried because I felt like I didn’t belong to you, you let the tears come. You were there for me even when I neglected you.
Dear body, this is an ode to you. For always fighting tirelessly for me. For protecting me when I eat senselessly. For letting me do that happy dance whenever I take a bite of a delicious food. For refusing to leave my side when I didn’t trust you. For making my cheeks contort into the brightest smile when I’m happy.
To my body for keeping me alive when I die so many times.
