Chapter 1: Acknowledging My Body's Resilience

It’s hard to believe I once referred to you as 'fat.' I deeply regret that and countless other unkind words. Today, I seek your forgiveness and commit to cherishing you until my final days. You are the sanctuary of my spirit, and despite all your imperfections—those bumps, stretch marks, and rolls—I love you more than ever. No longer separated by a long-standing rift, I now recognize you as my greatest supporter, fierce protector, and guiding angel.

Thank you for your unwavering support, even when I did everything possible to harm you. Your attempts to warn me were clear. I remember my youthful skin, once adorned with baby-oiled freckles, burning in the sun and turning from pale to a distressed pink. There were moments when you fought back against my self-destructive behaviors, trying to shed the damage I inflicted.

I don’t hold you responsible for the melanoma cells that now circulate in my blood. Instead, I appreciate your patience as I finally sought help. Because of you, I will always be attentive to y