We don’t physically speak, but I do talk about you quite a bit in my head. I thought now would be a good time for us to talk. Body to body. We haven’t had the best relationship, but it’s only half our fault. Although they’ve been few and far between, the words that others spit at you have damaged you. I’ve hurt you. I want to formally apologize for that, firstly. I haven’t been taking the best care of you these past few years. I’ve allowed other things, goals, people, and thoughts to overshadow the fact that I need to care for the temple that God gave me. Not just take care of you. I need to nurture you. Wholeheartedly. I’m sorry for the neglect. I’m so sorry for disrespecting you. Dishonoring you. Not giving you enough love. I promise to do better. Not just promises. I will do better. I have no complaints. For any complaints that I have will be no one’s fault but my own. I accept full responsibility and accountability for the way I’ve treated you. You deserve so much more than the bare minimum, or worse than that, nothing at all. I’m killing you with neglect. This is something I don’t ever desire nor intend to do again.
You are here with me in this physical reality because God deemed it fit that you should. It’s time I take up my own cross and bear it. With you. Unitedly.
But not before you are nursed. Not before you are strengthened again.
I will eat when you are hungry. I will only digest the food that will sustain you for the rest of your life.
I will allow you to feel the sun’s warmth for as long as you like.
I will welcome fresh air into your lungs.
I will run to keep your heart happy.
I will read to feed your brain.
I will write to feed my soul.
I will massage all 20 fingers and toes.
I will caress your thighs for comfort.
I will see your face in the mirror and admire the reflection looking back at me instead of quickly looking away out of shame.
I will clip my fingernails when they get out of hand.
I will love my hair and take pride in all of its beauty.
I will drink so much water that your bladder feels like it’s going to burst (I know it sounds terrible, but trust me, it’s not).
I will pray to keep you spiritually balanced.
I will monitor your natural cycles. I will learn them until there is nothing else to know.
I will not carry burdens that are too heavy for you to bear. But I will hand them over to The Most High because He promised me that I could.
I will not allow harsh words to penetrate your spirit. They are not for you. They are for the ones who intended to cause you harm.
I will drink as much tea as I want because I know it soothes you.
I will drink as much coffee as I want because I know you love the taste.
I will only clothe you with the most comfortable of garments. You deserve it.
I will clothe you with the finest of garments. Because you deserve it.
I won’t give you to people who only want to abuse and/or use you. You do not deserve that.
I will meditate and raise your vibration. Continuously.
I will allow you to grow far beyond any boundaries.
I accept you, and I love you.
Will you forgive me?