Dear body:

I'm officially sorry. I know that recently I've put you through a few rough days (alcohol,  bad resort food, and uhm that sunburn) but I did want to issue you an apology.

I'm sorry for all of the times that I've hated you, that I said I disliked certain aspects of you. I guess now at 28 I can tell you I appreciate the freckles that dot my face and shoulders. I'm beginning to like my curves, even though we both can agree that we might do best if we lost a few pounds. My boobs are okay, too. And I have hips, which everyone says will be good for having kids (so lets cross our fingers on that one, k?).

I'm sorry for always wishing you looked different - blue eyes, blonde hair, green eyes, black hair. The fact is, I'm shouldn't have tried to change you but instead embraced you for what you are. Sure, a size 7.5 and wearing a 29 in pants is pretty generic but hey there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.

I'm also really sorry for those dark times in high school when I cut you. I hope you realize it wasn't anything personal- I was just incredibly sick and didn't know what else to do.

I do hope you can appreciate my tattoos - although you might have hated how they felt when they were getting done, they are important marks of times of my life that I wanted to preserve on you. And I'm also sorry for getting my navel pierced because lets both face it - that hurt. But we can also agree on how much we love that nose stud. Thank God its back!

So body, we still have quite a few years left together *knocks on wood* and I promise to keep you in good shape, feed you healthy things and cut back on the fries. And beer. And put on more sunscreen.

You and I are in this together, so lets have some fun. And maybe add another piercing while we're at it. No regrets, right?

Love,
Laura