The Body Can Forgive

My body has every reason to hate me.
I pushed it. I ignored it.
I silenced its warnings and punished its limits.

And yet, it's still here.
Carrying me. Moving me forward.
Healing, even when I don't deserve it.

Forgiveness isn't about pretending it didn't hurt.
It's about creating new space.
It's choosing relationship over resentment.

My legs may never be strong like before.
My breath may always be a little shallower.
But I can trust this body now.

Because it never gave up on me.
Even when I gave up on it.

This isn't some spiritual breakthrough, just practical.
Hating my body was exhausting, and I didn't have
the energy to waste on resentment anymore.

If you arrived here from another part of the blog, there's a longer story arc behind this post:

→ Previous: 2.6 - When the Past Stops Leading
→ Next: 3.1 - What We Carry
← Full Arc: Still Rolling Out

* peer reflections: not medical or therapy advice. *