I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I have done to you and what may be done to you. I want to one day be proud of you, to one day feel beautiful and empowered. I want your scars to be know as battle wounds that remind you of the beautiful outcome you fought for. I want you to feel safe when being held in the arms of another. I want people to look at you and make you feel important, not by sexualizing you but by acknowledging your strength and growth. I wish for people not to want to look like you. I want you to take care of the person inside of you rather than focusing so much on the outside because it’s always changing anyways. I want you to no longer feel restricted, but know that it’s okay to cover up. I wish it was easier to take care of you than to harm you. One day it will be. Body, I’m sorry.