Dearest Legs, my sweet dearest legs,

You are the standards in which the body lives by. You are the archway of my intentions and motivations. You give purpose to the feet, and give momentum and velocity to their navigation and direction. My legs, I am so blessed to have you on my body.

You have been there through all of the twists and turns and bends of life. Literally, physically, and metaphorically. And how have I returned the love?

I have been angry and impatient when you have suffered the consequences of my actions… overworking you, depleting you of minerals and the kindness of stretch and relaxation. I have neglected you, and demanded so much from you. 

My calves, I have looked at you at times, like a partner I could coach into running just for my own vanity. I have pushed you to garnish many compliments, Dale especially was fond.

My shins, I have tirelessly bumped you into thing after thing. And you have stayed together, whole and in one peace and for that I am so grateful. The pressure I have placed upon you has been great. 

My knees, I will get back to you with your own letter. 

My thighs, my dear thighs, how I have given you the weight of the toxins in which I have injected over the course of this life. How I have neglected to give you the strength and stretch that you need, the range of movement necessary to your health, and instead directed you in a way that has only caused you pain, and that pain has radiated throughout the body. I owe you a great debt my thighs, and I intend to pay it in full. Please stick with me as we work together to reform our relationship. 

But here I am, my legs, writing you to make an amends. Just as I have declared in my life to not have transactional relationships, I wish to end transactional relationships with you as well. I want to live in harmony and love with you, my legs. I want to go forward, honoring you, taking care of you, giving you the love and care that you’ve always deserved. I have allowed this body, and this life, to operate in a trickle-down slavery format, and that has trickled down greatly to you my legs. 

We have one more shift at the diner. One more day of work as slaves without a break. Without a rest. And then, my legs, I promise that we will move into the future with promise, with equanimity, with the solace of a brighter tomorrow for us all. I love you my legs, I love you so much. I am so grateful for everything you’ve done and been in this life. Please accept my apology, I seek your forgiveness so that we may give forward into a bright future. I love you. 

I love you.

Love,

Chand Tagdeep