An open love letter to my body

Dear body;

I love you. I know you might not believe me, especially since I got that corset to wear to the Medieval Faire, but I do love you. I love the way you squish, the way you are warm and cuddly, and the way you make it possible to do the things I love to do.

I'm sorry, body, that I treated you irresponsibly. I understand that you were only making me pass out and weak to tell me to nourish you. You have low blood pressure, you need salt. You have anemia, you need iron. Neither of which I was giving you in sufficient amounts. I'm sorry.

You see, body, I was following a "healthy" diet. Low in calories, low in fat, low in salt. However, I forget myself, since you need your iron-rich foods, you need your polyunsaturated fats, you need salt.

So, are we back on track, body? Just for you, I put meatballs in the vegetable soup, so you can get the protein and iron you need.

Now that you're nourished, can you help me with my artist's block? Thanks so much.

-Fat Angie