Greetings once again to all my readers. I don’t just enjoy writing blogs; I love reading them, too. Recently, I came across an inspiring post by Lily Pierce, a remarkable woman who lives with a disability. She wrote a powerful piece on how we perceive our physical appearance, and her words deeply resonated with me. I’ll include a link to the post for those interested. Lily’s post sparked an idea within me—one that I want to share today: a letter to thank my body for everything it has done for me, even when I’ve taken it for granted.

When people first see me, they may notice someone standing no taller than five feet, with little hair on my head since my twenties—but plenty elsewhere! Grooming can be awkward for anyone, but imagine having to ask for help to do it. That’s my reality. Some people may focus on the scars I carry from countless surgeries, or how no matter how much time I spend at the gym, I’ll never regain the six-pack I lost at sixteen.

I often joke that it’s only my body that’s broken—not my mind or heart. Of course, I know that’s not entirely true. But humor has always been a way for me to embrace my situation and make light of things. In a world that often values outward appearances, I can’t change societal standards—but perhaps, with this letter to my body, I can inspire a shift in how we view ourselves.

Galatians 5:17 NIV [17] For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want. 

Dear Body,

Many hands have helped care for you—not just mine. So many doctors, nurses, friends, family, and caregivers have played a role in keeping you strong, and I thank you for accepting all of them. Thank you for enduring years of medication and surgeries, and for allowing me to stay as healthy as I am today. I’m grateful that those medical interventions have lessened as we’ve aged.

Thank you to my eyes for showing me the beauty in the world, even when others focus on its negatives. Thank you to my nose for savoring the smells of home-cooked meals, and to my ears for absorbing laughter, wisdom, and the sounds that make life rich. Thank you to my voice and lips for helping me speak up for others and advocate for those in need.

To my arms and legs, thank you for always trying—despite the pain you endure. Even when walking or standing isn’t easy, you never give up. And as personal as this may sound, I want to thank my “male organ”—for reminding me that no matter how the world sees me, I am a man, whole and complete.

Lastly, thank you to my feet. Though I’ve never stood fully on you, I know I would have no foundation without you.

Our bodies may not always look or function as we wish, but they carry us through life nonetheless. For that, I am deeply thankful. Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Note:

This is a Rewritten exert for my first book Confessions From Disability Limbo. Exclusively on Amazon.

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