I am so sorry for putting you through six years of abuse. I never told you I loved you even when you were thin. Even then I said you were fat and not as pretty and attractive as the other girls in school. I am so sorry. By telling you that every day, every time I looked in the mirror I made you become that. I am so sorry. And I shoved food into you to comensate for aching emotions and that is not your burden to carry.
I would never tell a friend, a lover or a family member, or even a stranger, every day that they are fat and ugly. Yet I did it to you.
So, to my dear body, which still functions in all five bodily ways, I say sorry. I love you. I appreciate you. You ARE beautiful. I now choose to see you as that. I give you permission to work with me in letting go old negativity and in so doing, letting go of the unnecassary weight. To my body, I love you. You are gorgeous and perfect.