My Beautiful Soma,
As I sit here this morning, still feeling the effects from Friday, I cannot believe we made it through. We have been through a lot you and I, and I must admit that I have not treated you the best, nor have I given you the respect that you deserve. You are simply amazing. Every six weeks to eight weeks for the last three years, you have been pumped full of medication meant to knock you down. Our immune system has been brought down to zero, over and over again and I have no idea how we are still alive. I should have listen to you. You were telling me what things hurt you: medications tried and failed, allergens, nightshades, sugar...the list is long. But I hear you now, loud and clear. Thank you for hanging on. I may be missing a few organs after it all, but you still continue to fight. Too hard at first, thank you Crohn's Disease, but hopefully from now on it will be a little easier. I don't think that I have ever cherished you for who you really are. When we are young, our vison is flooded with images of what the body should be. What it should look like, how it should act, how it should be covered, what it should be. Instead of being shown that we each are an amazingly beautiful organic structure, we are told what we are not. I have never truly loved you for who you are. I have not been grateful for what you have given me. Instead I have focused on what I thought you were not....not thin enough, not feminine enough, not small enough, not graceful enough, not pretty enough, too pale, too strong, too big, too tall. I didn't realize how beautiful you are. Your skin is beautifully pale like your ancestors and your strength is shown in your build as we are strong people. Your freckles show your love of sunshine as do the tan lines you have all year long. Your scars show that your life was not boring and the lines on your tummy show that you grew the miracle of life inside you. The glittering stands that are beginning to shine in your hair are a celebration of the years you have been living. The soft middle you like to hide is the first place the children hug for they find love and comfort in your arms and those calluses on your hands; well, they are the proof of the hard work and dedication to the life that you have created with the man you love. I promise to give you what you need to be your best. I promise to nourish you with the food you need, hydrate you, rest when you ask for it and to exercise not because I want you to look a certain way, but because I want you to be healthy. I will take care of you like you have taken care of me. I will forever be grateful for the life we have had together and look forward to where life will take us from here for there is no me without you. Thank you my beautiful body. Here's to the many years to come. Love, Danielle ***Disclosure: I am not the woman in the photograph. It is a beautiful silhouette by Linnea Lenkus***
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AuthorHi there! Welcome to Grace In A Glass. My name is Danielle and I am so happy that you are visiting this site today. We all have something in life that we are working to overcome. I began blogging about my struggle with overcoming Esophageal Dysmotility and Crohn's Disease with the hope of reaching others with words of encouragement and hope. Thank you for letting me share my stories with you, and hope you have the most wonderful day! Archives
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