I looked at you for a long time without really seeing you. And yet, you are frankly INCREDIBLE.

You are beautiful, it must be said. Not perfect, not symmetrical, but beautiful. Even when I hid you under XXL sweaters or squeezed you into jeans that were way too tight (sorry for the skinny jeans episode in 2012, it was a dark time for both of us).

I pushed you to the extreme : chasing the bus (much too fast), surviving on three hours of sleep and an espresso, forcing yourself to follow questionable diets (celery juice, really?), or even trying that crossfit class at 6 a.m. where you almost lost all dignity.
We went through some frankly questionable periods (we'll ignore the phase where I fed you exclusively chips and coffee), and yet, you, you were always there. Solid. Immutable. Faithful, even when I was having existential crises at 2 a.m. over my first wrinkle.

For a long time I let others decide what you should be, what you should do, what you should look like. I wanted to change you, hide you, compare you to others, transform you to conform to standards that were not yours. But it was all like the H in Hawaii: useless.

You allowed me to dance until the end of the night, to carry bags that were much too heavy, to survive my period pains, to travel to the other side of the world, and above all, to get up every morning, which, let's be honest, is already an Olympic performance.

Today I know: you and me, it’s for life. No matter the fashions, standards or trends, you are my most faithful ally. Because without you... I won't literally nowhere.

The real warrior is you: my body.

PS: On the other hand, we agree, 10 cm heels are over, eh?