Apology to my body

I’m sorry I hated your curves. I compared you to the thin Amazons who caught the boys’ eyes and you always came up lacking. I’m sorry I disliked you and found flaws in your scars. I’m sorry I was afraid of your failure. You’ve never failed me. And now I trust your reaction most. I accept you as the strong warrior that you are and see your muscles as a virtue, not a liability.

This coming year, I’ll transform you into iron and cross an epic finish line under your power. We’ll go places, you and I. And feel pleasure never before experienced. I’m sorry I kept you secreted away for so long, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. One blissful moment at a time. We won’t waste another day waiting for joy to arrive. We will create a deep salty pool of possibility. And then dive in head first. Let’s go swimming.

Submitted by ladymycroft

darkinterludes:

Tell me to go to bed. {

darkinterludes:

Tell me to go to bed.

I’m sorry for the war. I’m sorry for the sleep deprivation. I’m sorry for the bruises and broken bones. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the blood in you. I’m sorry, hands, that you had to lose that pretty veneer and become pitted with scars. I’m sorry you’ve had to feel that stomach-churning and sticky warmth so often. I’m sorry arms, that you’ve been stabbed so many times with needles full of ink and other things that folks laughingly called medicine. I’m sorry shoulders, in your restless vigilance, that you’ve borne the weight of all the things this poisoned and crippled mind has seen fit to create. I’m sorry, ribs, for the cracking that happens when I breathe in too deeply and for the hollow ringing sound that happens when I thump my chest. I’m sorry, waist, for both the negligence and obsession that have befallen you in my quest to feel as many hands as I can wander around you. I’m not sorry, cock. You’ve had it easy. But I’m sorry, legs, for how long I’ve forced you to carry me in my wanderings. Mile after mile, you’ve kept my head above the pavement and kept a clip beneath my feet - to whom I’m also sorry. I’m sorry you’ve had to touch down on scorched earth and unfriendly tiled floors so many times. And I’m sorry for keeping you bound in these boots, but I swear it’s for your own protection. I’m sorry, head, for how many times you’ve been bounced off of concrete and glass. I’m sorry for filling you with so much whiskey and dreams of romance. I’m sorry for disappointing you with the painful realization of boredom and the lies that keep things interesting. I’m sorry, heart, for- fuck. Fuck, just everything.

I’m sorry, body, for the things I’ve asked of you, but words cannot express how sorry I am for what is yet to be asked.

Submitted by chrow

Apologies my body

I don’t like your hair. I don’t like your nose. I don’t like your smile. I don’t like your voice. I don’t like your shape. I don’t like your height. I don’t like your weight. I don’t like the way you make me feel sometimes. I love the way you make me feel sometimes. And your weight is totally fine. Your height is average. Your shape is kind of great. Your voice is pretty nice. Your smile can be endearing. Your nose is handsome from some angles. Your hair is golden. You hold me back when I let you, but when I don’t let you, I love what you allow me to do. You are amazing. And I am you.

Submitted by espressoandsnow

Hey Body

desayunogratis:

Like dude, I’m sorry for getting you bruised up , beaten and broken.
Yea, a bit sorry also for drowning you in alcohol and filling you with all kinds of medicinal remedies.
Oh and about getting you shot three times…. Yea my bad
But dude, if you would only keep up with my mind you wouldn’t catch all the hell yanno….
So like yea I’m sorry I fucked you over and yea your probably …. No actually you are the best features of me and I’m sorry for thinking you could handle the vigorous challenges my mind pictured possible.
I’ll tell you what…. I’ll make it up to you
I’ll sprinkle flax seed into the cupcake mix and drink one glass of water for each shot of tequila….
Are we cool?
Yea ….. Thanks body

Apologies to my body

I am living under a cloud of insecurity that is constantly trying to drown me with endless monsoons. When I’m wet and cold I know I lash out at you as if this is all your fault, and maybe you can’t change the weather, but I know you will always get me to shelter. Thank you.

Submitted by peelmeoffthisvelcroseat

Apology To My Body

I apologise for my desire to fly and wishing I had wings, a lot of scars could have been avoided had I been content with you as you are. I do, however, hope we can both agree that it has been fun and interesting. I should also apologise for making this apology, it implies things are going to be different, and we both know they aren’t.

Submitted by monkeyerror

Apologies from a body

Hi Luke,

How’s it hanging? Wait! Don’t answer that because I already know and we need not get into that fight again. I guess I owe you an apology. Well, not really, we both worked pretty hard to fuck each other up. Let’s call it my guilty conscience — What? Bodies have a conscience, the digestive system actually has a brain of its own, you know. You’re not the only sentient entity in this package; me and my (our) stomach brain feel too — because I’ve seen a lot of apologies to bodies today and it’s got me a little sentimental and teary — well, stomach brain doesn’t get teary, it gets gassy, but I don’t need to tell you that, amiright?!

So, here it is, bitchlips. I’m sorry that I’ve been a bit of a pain in the <insert piece of me here> over the years. They say that you get out what you put in, but that’s assuming I’m one for consistency — spoiler alert, I’m not one for consistency.

Sorry about the time you did an awesomely healthy detox and I gave you the flu for a month.

Sorry about the time you were trying to reach your goal weight with lots of exercise and I started storing fat cells plucked from the errant fumes of KFCs in neighbouring suburbs.

Sorry about the time you went on a huge bender, taking every drug under the sun, and I decided to act like I was fitter than I ever was and make you believe there was causation between the drugs and my efficiency.

Sorry about the strawberry-shaped birthmark on my (our) left arm that everyone thinks is a hideous burn mark when they don’t slowly creep away with “STD” puffing up in a thought bubble over their heads.

Wow, I realise now that I could spend quite a lot of time listing instances of where I have been a downright arsehole. So, let’s make this sorry an overarching “sorry” to cover all previous and future — I’m afraid I ain’t going to change — cases where I do the completely opposite of what you would expect.

We’ve had some good times though, right? And you’ve been a bit of burden on me on the odd occasion — remember that time when you were doing shift work and let me balloon out to a size worthy of a Jerry Springer/Oprah/Talkshow-collaborative-effort intervention?

This thing we have, it’s one of a kind. We’re not going to get through it of course, nobody’s getting out of this alive, but we’re the definition of marriage. Death is the only thing that will part us.

Peace, and rethink that next scotch, you should probably head to bed.

Much love,

Your body

Submitted by rakuli

Apology to my body

I’d like to apologize for all the mountains of processed garbage and excess of sugar, salt and every other damn thing I’ve put in you, this doesn’t however mean I’ll stop doing that, just a heads up. I’d also like to apologize for not treating you good or working out, I hope you don’t take it to heart if I ever need to outrun the police, pit bulls or murderers.

Submitted by moaningatmidnight

Apologies to my body

Apology? First, let me say, hello gorgeous. Except for Mr. Liver, you are still looking pretty good. I would apologize for treating my hand and penis like they were a roller coaster in my backyard that I couldn’t wait to ride every day … But we both know we liked it. I will say I am sorry to my heart, though. My brain let it break too often.

Submission by jake501

Apology to my body

I am not sure really if this will ever get through, but sorry. You sick fuck. Sorry (breathe…) for (…slowly) you are your own encumbrance, and there might be no other way but to accept this.

Submission by badpipes

Apologies to my body

I apologize to my body for all the life I tried to take. I’m sorry I took the anger of the world out on you. I apologize for betraying your strength with lingering weakness. I’m sorry I can’t promise you’ll ever be safe.

Submission by slimwarriorkhan

Dear Body:

Do I owe you an apology? After all I do for you, you need an apology? Fine. Here it is. Forgive me for testing your limits, for every moment I laughed at your clumsiness, for each time I didn’t retreat just to preserve your precious surface, for enjoying the pressure I placed on you. Forgive me for living as I wish. On second thought, don’t.

Submission by soul-in-division

Apologies to my body

I’m sorry for all the times I’ve silenced your natural wisdom out of fear, embarrassment and sheer ignorance. I’m sorry for all the times I’ve stopped your voice from singing your most joyful, carnal songs.

Submitted by mslabyrinth

Apologies to my body

I have let you slip. I always told you I’d never take them but they make things better don’t make things any worse…. only way is up.

Submission by theeixtisontheleft