In the name of health

Body forgive me.
It is not healthy to waste so much energy wishing I could shrink you.
Body forgive me.
It is not healthy to apologise so much that your mouth becomes a broken record.
Body forgive me.
It is not healthy to obsess over numbers for so long that your brain becomes a calculator.
Body forgive me.
It is not healthy to turn down so many opportunities because I didn't think you were worthy of seizing them looking exactly the way you look.
Body forgive me.
It is not healthy to keep you away from the light for so long that you start to rot from the inside.
Body forgive me.

Today I'm coming for all the sunshine I never thought you were worthy of.
Today the world will see the glow that emanates from your insides.
Prepare to blaze in all your living, breathing glory.
After all, there is nothing as miraculous as a living, breathing body:
the messenger of one's living, breathing soul.

Cuando era chica, era una niña como cualquier otra, a la que lo único que le preocupaba era que sus muñecas no tuvieran más ropa, o que a sus rompecabezas no les faltara ninguna pieza.

Después yo me transformé en el rompecabezas (o quizás me transformaron). 

Me costó toda mi adolescencia volver a recordar que no soy un conjunto de piezas imperfectas; no vine al mundo a medir, a contar, a pesar, a encajar. 

Vine a crecer, a aprender, a vivir y, por sobre todas las cosas, a ser. A ser un todo, con todo. Nunca más un rompecabezas, nunca más una aglutinación de partes incompleta. Un ser complejo e intrincado, cuya belleza reside, justamente, en toda esa complejidad.