A Letter to my Body

If I could talk to my body, I would tell it the following;

Thank you. 

Thank you for gifting me the ability to see. To open my eyes and take in the beautiful, breathing body next to me each morning is a dream come true. And to watch my daughters gleaming blue peepers sparkle in the sunlight, is a privilege I couldn't possibly be more grateful for. Reading sentence after sentence, day after day, and picturing the vivid colours, the vast landscapes, the shimmering ocean, is all thanks to you two balls of squishy stuff. You're freaking cool. 

Cheers for my mind too. Even though it drives me fucking mental sometimes, and doesn't work so well after a few drinks. It still acts as a safe storage, of many dreams & fantasies, and more importantly- memories. Theres no need for photo albums or diaries, you just keep it all filed away for me. I love that it is mine, and mine alone. So secure & guarded from prying eyes. And if one day, I do happen to lose it, I hope it finds itself within another humorous human being, who can see the funny side to all of my sick secret jokes. 

High five for my four limbs aswel. Without those, how else would I have dominated the grumpy mole dance floor back in my hay day? No, seriously though, you're the reason I can dive into the ocean & not drown in the metre-high waves. You're the reason I can hold my two adorable infants on either hip. And you're the reason I can always, always beat Oli in peaknuckle battles (I am absurdly good at peaknuckle, it is brilliant)

I would also like to thank you for my ears. Even though, physically, they're slightly too large for my liking, they still have brought me vast amounts of joy over the last 25 years. Earlier on, I don't think they were tuned very well as there was a lot of  Hanson and Britney Spears flooding through my drums. Alas, it didn't take them long to discover many sweet melodies in which I regularly take inspiration from.

Thanks for my vagina. Without those woman parts, I would never have been able to give birth to the two greatest things that have ever happened to me. That old girl has taken quite the bashing, yet she just seems to bounce right back! Incredible! I could have sworn at one particular moment in my life, that my vagina was going to literally kill me. Luckily she was just emotionally & physically stressed, and didnt mean it. We all say and do things we don't mean under pressure don't we? You're a great vagina, I'm glad I have you.

Lastly, thanks for the bloody, fleshy, beating mound that is my heart. You often lead the way, my head trailing behind, but I feel like you're always steering me in the best direction. And even when I am absolutely positive you are full to the tippy top with love, you stretch a little further and accommodate all the new people in my life. Thanks for always having vacancies. Oh, and for keeping me alive. 

Lots of love, your ever-grateful owner Gemma 

That's it from me this arv folks, I'm off to do more headstands because I can.

Au Revoir,

Thought of the day "sometimes I wish my nose wouldn't work so well"

Gemma