When I thought of this project I really didn’t even consider you. At first thought, I believed that no ridicule came your way along the years. I thought you were the one loved part of me but through unspoken words, I you took your fair share.
I thought about the nickname I gave your roll. The Tire. It received that name because she is think and damn near unmovable. I dubbed the parts that hang over my bra strap The Wings. A seemingly benign name but given out of an unspoken distaste for their existence. Like your partner in crime, the stomach, I tried everything to conceal you but you were always there messing up the perfect silhouette I had in my mind. What is it with you two needing to be the center of attention? In my 20s, I made you the holder of my first tattoo – a deeply personal statement. I thought we were the best of friends but I realize hat you really didn’t give a damn it because that wasn’t your role.
What our journey has taught me is that you are there to hold me up and keep me moving forward. You, quite literally, have my back no matter what is thrust on you. You are the most constant and wavering part of me. My mistreatment of you allowed me to not focus on your real purpose but instead who I tried to make you. You have carried the weight of my bad decisions, my hurt, and silent shame. Well, no more.
I promise to not look past you again. I commit to strengthen you so you can continue to be who you are. To not place anymore on you. You have taken on and balanced a lot during our time together. Take solice in knowing I have it from here on out.