Dear Body, This Valentine’s Day, I wanted to apologize for a few things, and tell you how much I appreciate you—all of you. I know I don’t tell you enough. So, here it goes…

Legs. I often grab you and make fun of you, but then you continue to support me to get to where I need to go, to run, to twirl, to dance, to cuddle. I’m so thankful for you. I promise to be as kind to you as you have been to me. Thank you for forgiving me—You truly are beautiful, and quite helpful.

Butt. Sometimes I tell you I want you to be smaller, but the truth is, you make me feel sexy, no matter what the magazines say. It’s kinda’ hard to admit, but seriously--keep being you. Oh, and I’m so sorry for squeezing you into pants you clearly don’t want to be in. I really appreciate that you get it.

Dear Brooke,

I wish I knew where to start! I've been married over 30 years....like most women, when I married I had a pretty decent figure. Never had children but I was a smoker for a number of years. After smoking for over 35 years, I QUIT!! I was told by everyone not to worry about gaining weight - even my husband agreed.

Not only did I quit smoking but I also entered into menopause around the same time (can you say double-whammy for weight gain!!) I know I cannot blame everything on these 2 things alone, though.