My Love,

It has been awhile since we last spoke. I miss you. You seem to be moving on, but that can’t be true. You need me. I want you back.

I remember the moment we met like it was yesterday. You were on Instagram, stalking that girl with the tiny waist and wide thigh-gap. You were surrounded by your friends. They began to share their numbers. 115, 110, and 98. 98! You were thinking of your number when our eyes met. From then on, I knew that we would have a strong relationship.

I know you still think of all the good times we shared. All those intimate moments in front of the mirror - naked. I showed you things you’d never seen before: stretchmarks on your thighs, a muffin-top around your hips, flab on the back of your arms, and a double-chin. I can show your more - so much more - if you take me back.

I taught you things too, like subtraction. You started with 1,800. Then you learned how to go down to 1,200. Then 1,000. Then 500. Every day, I helped you with your math. Where would you be without me?

I gave you strength. Each day when you trained, I motivated you. I gave you the will to run on. Minute after minute, faster and faster. When you wanted to stop so badly that you cried, I pushed you to keep going. When you were dripping in sweat, red as a tomato, on the verge of fainting, I still loved you. You need my support.

You can’t forget about the matching tattoos. I bet you’re looking at yours right now. On your lower abdomen, you find the words 4 oz. of salmon: 200, 2 tsp. of peanut butter: 60, 5 tbsp. of egg whites: 50, and many more. Get back together with me and we can tattoo every inch of our bodies with the words I taught you, the things you will never forget even if you tried.

You know what you need to do. Our passionate love burns like fat. I know I’m always on your mind. You called our relationship toxic. You tried to end it. But I’m always here.

With all my love,

Body Dysmorphia