shathree

I don’t remember when I wrote this, but I think it’s from my early college days. I don’t remember why I wrote it either, but what I do remember is that I did wrote it. Today while we were cleaning up, I found it again, and thought that it’s a [good idea] to post it somewhere.

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Dear Body,

Eyes - i’m sorry I always make you work overtime. It’s just I feel more awake at night than day. And I’m sorry if I force you to be open even if you’re very tired… I promise to be easy on you.

Nose - Sometimes I like you, sometimes I don’t. But most people tell me that I have a nice nose so thank you for that. I just don’t like it that I tend to compare it to a witch’s nose… eerrgghh…

Lips - Well, I wanna thank yiu for letting me talk to people, and for always giving me a smile to show everyone. Sorry if sometimes I leave you chappy.

And teeth too - thanks for making my smile more like a “smile”. Imagine me without you. Haha… and i’m sorry if I don’t always wear my retainers to keep you straight.

Voice - you’re not really a part, but I wanna thank you because you can hit the right botes of the songs when I sing.

Ears - thank you because you always let me hear music. And for that, i’ll clean you more often, not that I don’t clean you…

Cheeks - sorry if I sometimes hurt you by smiling too wide. I promise i’ll keep it less wide :D

Hair - for all my life you were the one who wants to be noticed. But I don’t blame you ‘cause you’ve been placed where everyone can see you. I’m sorry if I give you too much chemicals, or heat you or even make you tangly. But thank you ‘cause you always make me beautiful even if you’re all messed up. I promise i’ll take care of you more.

Arms & Hands - you were always the ones who does most of the work so i’m sorry if I give you armaches and handaches. hands, i’m so sorry if I use you to the extent that you experience pain. Fingers, i’m sorry if I give you calluses and I don’t always cut my fingernails.

Stomach - sorry if I can’t keep you small, I just love eating… and thank you for functioning well :)

Legs - you were not always my favorite part of my body because one, you’re short, and two, I have “thighs” but don’t worry, it’s not your fault. I like you 'cause you help me go to placed, which I love to do, and help me run when something’s on sale. Thanks for that.

Feet - sorry if I sometimes give you feetaches, but thanks because you’re still there for me. I just wish you’re a little bit easier to buy shoes to.

Body - thanks for being healthy, and thanks for being not too thin, and not too fat. I love you for that. I just wish you’re a little bit more hardworking and less lazy sometimes. And a little bit easier to dress up.

Love,
Trisha

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Now I remember why I wrote this!!! It was supposed to be a voice over from a video I was making called “Dear Body”. Everyone on youtube was doing it, and I wanted to do one too. Unfortunately I never got to finishing it, but I remember recording and shooting it. I don’t know where my files were too, but maybe i’ll find them soon.

It’s nice to just thank your body. We take it for granted, and we use it to the extent that we sleep late, work hard, and push it harder. Let’s take care of it and remember to love your body.

I have made a list of the Things That Stresses Me Out versus the Things That Calms Me, and no wonder I am feeling so restless and tired and worried and anxious and frustrated these days: the things that stresses me out outnumbers the things that calms me. And I can’t do anything about it but wait until they are all over.

There are nights when I couldn’t sleep. I feel scared. I wait till there’s light outside, and just then I make myself sleep.

I scroll my facebook wall. I read. I go to reddit. I watch videos. I open apps till i’ve opened them all and read all the updates, and played all the games, and i do it again, for the second time around. I kill night time. But I sleep through mornings.

I miss breakfast. I missed having breakfast. Sleep is my breakfast. I work late. I work in extended hours, but do you still count them as ‘extended’ when you’ve slept through the mornings?

I feel like a day is not enough for everything. For work, for entertainment, family, life. I feel it’s going too fast.

Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Everything is going too fast. And i can’t stop it. And i’m afraid everything will slip away and I won’t be ready for it. I won’t be ready for it, ever.

There are those nights like this, but then there are also nights when i’m too tired to think. But it’s always there, at the back of my head.