Dear legs,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being ashamed of you all these years. I’m sorry for hiding you all through middle school, high school and part of college. I’m sorry for pulling your skin while having a very gross look on my face. I’m sorry for calling you names like cankles, sausage links, fat midget legs, and thunder thighs. I’m sorry for talking bad about you and letting everyone call you names. I’m sorry for eating so badly all those years, you were the one who suffered through it. I’m sorry for not doing any sports or continuing with dance, I’m the one who was lazy… not you. I’m sorry for not loving you for who you are, or being proud of you. You do so much for me, and I took you for granted. You take me places that I wouldn’t be able to go without you, you stand tall and strong even with the extra fat that pulls you down. Which is my fault, and I never took responsibility for that, I always just blamed hereditary and dad’s side of the family but I was in denial. You always had such potential but I never gave you a chance to shine. I never gave you a chance to break free and show the world how beautiful you really are. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for suddenly flipping your world upside down and going from doing nothing to intense workouts every single morning. I should have been exercising your beauty from the beginning but I was stupid. I’m sorry for putting you through endless burning squats and hour long sessions on the stair master. I’m sorry for putting you on that horrible treadmill that squeaked every time you put a foot forward, you didn’t deserve that.
That has all changed now, I just wanted to show you that I’m thankful for you. I wear shorts and dresses like there’s no tomorrow because I want to show you off. I say good things about you because of all the hard work you’ve put in. I eat healthier so you don’t have to suffer at the gym. It’s a balance. Even though I still make you work hard when we workout together, it’s only to make you stronger. It’s only to let you reach your full potential and be beautiful all on your own. I don’t care what anyone says, you’re beautiful. You were made to walk this earth with pride, strength and thunder. I grab the fat that is around you and smile because I know now that it doesn’t rule my life, it is pure motivation. I’ve learned not to take you for granted because there are those who don’t have theirs, so thank you for not giving up on me. I love you just the way you are. Thank you for everything, you’re one hell of a champ.
-Natalie
