See those jeans I'm wearing? I can't fit into them anymore. I'm not a far cry from being able to, just about 7 pounds from being able to.
But see that face? And that stance? And that heart? They are the same.
But here's the deal-- I am ALWAYS, ALWAYS saying that the reason I love someone is not because of how they look. It's just not. You could be the most beautiful creature on earth and if you are selfish and uninteresting, I just wouldn't care that much about you. (Sorry, it's true.)
I don't love my friends because of how they look. I have never once described Crocky, or Sarah or John or Rachael or Anna or Eden or Justin or Brooke or my sister or mother or sister-in-law in the following way...
"Our friendship is so wonderful. We really get a long and enjoy being together. But the best part about them is how absolutely thin and flawless they are. It really makes for an amazing relationship. "
It's not even part of the friendship/relationship equation.
It would sound more like...
"They make me laugh so hard I can't even stand it. Such a great sense of humor! We've been through so much together. They are such a great listener. They get me. They bring out the best in me. They are so kind to me. They do such thoughtful things for me. I truly love them for who they are."
And I believe this. It is total truth for me. In fact, it seems like there comes a point in every relationship that you don't even really see the physical. It's not even there. It's just you and the person. Their spirit.
So here's my problem. If I feel this way about my friends and those I love, why is it so hard to give myself the same treatment? I mean...why do I like myself? Is it because of how thin I am? Is that really the only thing? Because it is the LAST thing I look for in friendship. (Ok, it's not even on the list.)
But day after day I say to myself, "I've got to get back into those jeans!" Do I? Well...if the only way Molly is ever going to like Molly is if she gets back into those jeans...then I guess I better figure out how to make that happen. Because living with myself is not going to be any fun. Maybe I should try liking myself for other reasons than my weight.
I'm sure I could find something worthwhile...
So why do YOU like yourself?