Dear Body,
It feels strange to begin writing a letter to the very thing typing alongside me now — the artifact I stand within, the foundation of my being.
You were sensing and moving long before my mind came into play. To say you’ve been with me since day one is an understatement — more like day one minus 31 weeks.
I often wonder what my everyday choices are doing to you in the long run. Hard to tell — even decline moves in slow motion, almost invisible until it isn’t.
Over the years, we’ve drawn closer. We’ve begun to meet in the middle, finding common ground. Horizons have started to paint the sky again.
Each day I wake with the intent to nurture, to cleanse, to care for you. Yet somehow, caring for the very vessel that carries me is one of the hardest things to do — so easily forgotten in the noise of distraction.
I only hope that one day, I can give back to you everything you’ve done for me.
You are my temple.
Love,
Your Mental Skin
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