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A lifelong Friendship of Love and Loyalty


I understand that this is a difficult time for us. School is getting more stressful, we’re trying to beat that incline on the treadmill, and we’re lifting more weights by the day. On top of that, I don’t always feed you as I should. I don’t always get as much sleep as I should. I don’t even do all the little things I should do, like give you a thorough wash as often as I should- I dash into the shower, and just when you’re soaking up the warmth and finally relaxing, I have to rush out. We’re surviving though, because you tell me in very gentle ways how to care for you. We probably would be in a much worse situation if not for your unrelenting signals.

I want you to know that I love you, even when I eat too much junk food that I know is bad for you. When I over exert myself and fail to get those quality hours of sleep. Or when I become a couch potato for two weeks straight, deceiving my mind into believing it’s the best way to rest after a busy semester at school. I am grateful for how nicely you tolerate my going to bed sometimes with a full face of make-up, simply because I’m too exhausted to care for you. You also tolerate my pig days, when I head straight to the fridge to have some food before brushing my mouth. You are beyond amazing.

I want you to understand your tenacity and resilience. I love you even when you embarrass me in public- when I have to leave a very important meeting to go use the restroom, when my stomach growls loudly while I have missed just one meal! I love you even when you produce farts that stink so bad I get embarrassed, even in the comfort and privacy of my room. I am grateful to you for sticking with me through two decades. For giving me an identity, for giving me a vehicle to carry my wandering spirit and my searching soul. For making my parents love me even more because they see different aspects of themselves in you- my father’s chubby cheeks, my mother’s button nose.

When I look in the mirror, I am pleased with what I see. I am pleased to call you mine even when I don’t quite look as I imagined in those stunning dresses. I am pleased with the scars on my arms and legs from my clumsy days as a child. I am pleased with the hot iron burns when I was learning to iron my own clothes in boarding school. All these remind me that I have been challenged, but with your help, I made it through. They remind me it’s the sum of my experiences, both good and bad, that make me unique. They remind me that I am an overcomer!

I apologise. For all the times I have complemented my clothes more than I have complemented you. Like when I think I look stunning in that dress, simply because blue is a nice contrast on my skin tone, or that the pattern just flatters my body! All lies! It is you, dear body, that makes all the difference. You are stunning. You are beautiful. You are you much more than anyone can ever be, and you love me much more than I can ever imagine. I pledge to love you too, no matter what the scale tells me, no matter what the mirror whispers in my ears. And this is to a lifelong friendship of love and loyalty!


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Hey, my name is Alheri and I'm obsessed with Jesus. This blog is me keeping my promise to Him for answering a prayer. Purple is my favorite color and my favorite scripture is Jeremiah 32:27 which says "Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?" (KJV) You can contact me at


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