Thank you to my fat for keeping me safe when I didn’t know how to keep myself safe. When people didn’t teach me my value or give me permission to protect myself.

Thank you to my fat for keeping at bay even more people than have already used me.

Thank you to my fat for being my eyes when I couldn’t see. When I was so full of innocence.

Thank you to my fat for being there for me at times when no one else was. For comforting me when I didn’t know how to comfort myself.

Thank you to my fat for protecting the child inside of me. Until she could raise herself up.

Thank you to my fat.

All this time you were guarding me while I was getting stronger and stronger. While I was learning so much.

But now I feel the desire to reclaim more and more of my life back. I want to do so many things. And I want the energy and body for that.

I know you’ll always be there for me if I need to go back. And I know the beauty you were for me even if all the others thought they saw was ugly.

I don’t want to hate you. Or hate me.

So, thank you to my fat.