I love your every curve. It reminds me of the curves in nature, and I find so much beauty in nature that I acknowledge the beauty in you for not being flat.
I love the imperfections in your tone—the scars and bruises. It shows me you’ve moved and lived—and learned a thing or two along the way.
I love how you shape-shift from one day to the next. It reminds me not to attach to anything in life. That everything is fluid, and that nothing is permanent. I used to try to keep you consistent, and now I let go of that resistance to welcome your evolution. I watch you like waves as we ebb and flow through life together.
I love your wrinkles and smoothness—your bumps and softness. I acknowledge your physical and energetic yin and yang that give me reason to practice balance.
You are my yoga. My meditation.
Sometimes I dislike you because you don’t do what I say, but then I think of all the times I’ve not done what someone asked of me. They were often moments when I didn’t know better or didn’t mean to “not listen.” So I forgive you. I forgive me too. We’re in this together.
I used to try to make you into another body—the image of another more perfect body. I tried to fit you into another vessel. But in those moments when I let you go, you steadfastly held onto the sacredness of your shape. Because you are mine and want to be mine.
You are here when I fall and support me when I get back up. You are a miracle in all that you do without uttering a single word. You prove the power of silence to be true.
All those days I fed you too little or too much, you gave me one more breath to make a better choice.
You are the body that houses my soul, which has touched many and allows me to love my community, my friends, my family, my pet, my life partner.
I see you. I hear you. I appreciate you. Thank you for being my companion.
Your spiritual being living a human experience.
Author: Ayami Yamamichi
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Photo: Author’s own.