First let me start with an epic apology. Unfortunately, I have to admit that you have been my most mistreated body part. Like every other aspect of my body others taught me to see you as a problem before I had a chance to form my own opinion. But oh once I did, you didn’t stand a chance!
Over the years my biceps grew to have their own movements and personality. Thus, I mastered the “hand only” wave. My forearms, for some reason, were the site of several eczema breakouts and scars from curling iron burns. And let’s talk about the hair on my arms that dubbed me werewolf buy a group of asshole little boys in 5th grade.
All in all, you had a rough time but I can say that you came through when needed. You figured out how to land a good punch when a kid called me the N-word on the playground. You helped me pack and move boxes as my wandering heart had me moving back and forth across the country. Most importantly you have helped me embrace the ones I love and hold on tight for dear life to the one I cant live without.
My commitment to you going forward is to be kind. I now see your soft exterior was what helped me be a safe place for so many. Your strength was the reminder I needed that I could do anything. I love you for exactly who you are and who we will be together.
With complete adoration,