Dear Gymnastics,

You started off as an after school activity,

I was just a 6 year old

Who hated going to ballet.

I soon began to love the rush

Beam, Bars,

I adored it all.

At just 7 I began club

Competitions

every weekend.

I was fearless,

Known by my coaches as “Beam queen”.

(I never imagined

the beam would become my current nemesis).

You gave me so much,

A six-pack,

huge muscles.

loving you became so hard.

You took so much out of me.

So I decided to step back.

The back handspring got the best of my head.

But I overcame the mentality,

Changing “I can’t”

Into “I can”.

Its been 2 years since,

I am back in the gym.

the smell is still the same,

Sweat

and chalk dust.

I’ve never been happier.

The sense of belonging to a team,

a likeminded group of athletes

who want to accomplish the same goals.

The friendships I've made

because of this sport,

Will last for eternity.

You are the reason I am strong,

Physically and mentally.

Even though we’ve had our lows,

I will always crave to be tumbling,

Swinging on the bars,

Or even conditioning

I'm so glad you’ve come back,

I’ll love you forever