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Dear Legs,
I’m sorry for criticizing your big thighs and calves. I know it’s partly my love of pizza and ice cream that adds to your size. It’s also my twice-weekly strength-training, including bazillions of squats and lunges, that bulks you up. It’s just how you are. You’ll never be stick thin, and that’s ok. It has to be. I’m sorry for all the scars, but they show how tough you are. I’m sorry for all of the bloody battles while shaving…I know they hurt.
For thirty-three+ years, minus that phase where I was too young to walk, you have taken me everywhere. We walked all over Toronto, Cabo, and Key West…not to mention all the trips to Gramma and Grampa’s and back. We learned to ride a bike. We made it through swim class in seventh grade. And don’t forget all those years of kicking our brothers (not THERE) during fights and wrestling matches. We run, walk, spin, and golf. We do yoga and pilates and jump rope. We’ve been through six March of Dimes WalkAmericas (now the March for Babies).
Legs, you are very good to me, and I hope to keep you working well for a long time. I’ll need you to walk down the aisle and walk around Italy…and that’s just short term. I’ll need you for more charity walks, walks with my husband, and keeping up with my nephews and niece. So I’ll try not to give you too much grief, and be grateful I have such awesome legs. I appreciate you.
Love, M.
Dear Belly,
I’m sorry for always telling you you’re too fat. I’m sorry I lost weight after your skin was able to shrink back to an 18-year-old-like-firmness. You’re not saggy enough to warrant surgery, but just enough to make me use skin-firming lotions in hopes that you’ll one day return to a firmer state.
You’re pretty brave – willing to try most things once, and some things you will probably never try. That’s ok. I bet not eating fish eyes won’t kill you.
Thanks for the strong abs that hold me upright and allow me to not look like a fool in Pilates class. Thanks for digesting food properly, and your dislike of throwing up. I appreciate you.
Love, M.
It’s ok…
To be concerned sometimes that you might become an identity theft victim.
To wish you made more money.
To sometimes wish you had just gotten married in Vegas when you were there.
To not want kids.
To be totally pissed at a certain medical insurance/Rx drug provider because they screwed (you) up your Rx, and sent – and charged you for – the brand name drug when you requested the generic version.
To be happy for the sunshine even though the temperature is only 19 degrees.
To have red shoes for your wedding.
To wish you could spend money on clothes instead of wedding/honeymoon.
To not apologize for every little thing.
To tell him exactly what you want. It’s not unromantic, it’s key to your happiness.
My honey sent me flowers today!
I love fresh cut flowers, but I dislike that they don’t last. My practical side cringes at the thought of paying for something that’s going to die. However, I am never one to turn down a delivered bouquet (I’ve even bought some for myself a time or two), especially when the card reads:
Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. I hope these roses brighten your day as much as you brighten mine. Love, E.
Today is Satisfied Staying Single Day. Funny that they have to dedicate a day to making people feel ok being single. Because, really, why aren’t people ok with it more often?
I’m engaged now, so I hope I don’t sound like a hypocrite, but it’s ok to be single. I loved my singlehood. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, ALL the time.* Doritos for dinner? Air Supply full blast? Longest, hottest showers ever? Check, check and check.
I would go to movies by myself. Ok, I never went to a Friday night movie by myself, but lots of Tuesday “deal” nights, and Saturday and Sunday matinees. I went out to eat, and shopped by myself. I also did these things with friends, but I was comfortable enough with myself that I didn’t NEED anyone with me. Plus I could shop as fast as I wanted, and eat as slow as I wanted. I traveled with my friends – my 30th birthday was a cruise to the Caribbean with eight very good friends of mine – some of the best women in the world. I also traveled by myself.
I also said I would never get married until I found someone who made me happier being with them than I was by myself. And I met that someone. I do miss my single days sometimes, but I get my weekend away every now and then.
I guess what I’m saying is that we have so much to love about ourselves as individuals – why rely on someone else to be as awesome as we can be? When the time, and the person, comes maybe we’ll be as awesome as we can be as part of a couple, but I think that’s hard unless we’ve perfected our individual selves. And we need to spend some time alone for that.
Happy Satisfied Staying Single Day!
*Modified quote taken from the sitcom Rules of Engagement.
