When I was in weekly treatment for my eating disorder throughout my 20’s, and then for my infertility in my 30’s, I felt at war with my body. It felt like it just wouldn’t cooperate with my life goals. So at my therapist’s suggestion, I tried this journaling exercise for almost a year, where I would write a letter to different parts of my body: my ovaries, my breasts, my brain, my fingers, my toes…
Sometimes it would be an angry venting of frustration. But often I tried to be more sympathetic to myself. At the time, I found it difficult/challenging to be loving.
A year ago on Valentine’s Day I was pregnant for the first and last time (I wrote about my miscarriage here). So I thought I’d write a long overdue love letter to the body part I’ve struggled with the longest — my stomach.
If you’re struggling with embracing any parts of yourself, I’m sure they’d love to hear from you, too. Here’s my Valentine.
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