Aside from my family and friends (which includes some 4 footed members), there are two great loves of my life: biology and art.
To be more specific, human biology.
And I love portraits of all kinds more than any other subject matter in art, bar nothing.
If I had all of the time in the world between when I was born and the end of time, I don't think that I would come close to coming to the end of finding things about the human body that are spectacular, wondrous, beautiful. Miraculous. From the cellular level to tissues to organs to systems to the entire human body. I am stunned in ways that have nothing at all to do with how any part of the human body looks. I love the design, the way it all functions, the way it works together. The ways it breaks down break my heart and stir my brain to find ways to stave off the destruction and heal damage.
I love art museums but I also love Grey's Anatomy (not the TV show).
The beauty of Da Vinci's works, and those of Michelangelo, Botticelli, Raphael fill me with such joy, such inspiration. Such love.
I confess I hate tattoos. Oh, I've learned to tolerate them but whenever I see someone with body art, I think that it is as much a tragedy is if someone spray painted on Michelangelo's David. Just wrong to ruin something that was already perfect.
Oh, I also just love to watch people: how they move, how they interact with one another, with the world around them, the play of light on faces, the play of emotions on faces. And what makes them tick? I mean: why do people do the things they do? I'm not talking about the atrocities but: why do people create art? Music? Poetry? Why do they love? Invent? Why do humans value beauty? Why do some things seem more beautiful than others?
So, you all knew I was weird, right? But hey, we all have our things.
My thing is: You're beautiful. Every last one of you. Fat, thin, old, young, scarred and broken down or fresh faced and dewy with hope. Has not a damn thing to do with what you weigh or how much hair you have. I think you're all miracles and works of art. I wish we'd all treat ourselves like that: like the miracles of design and engineering that we are. We're fabulous.
I think that it is really hard to find love, to love or to be loved, if we cannot find some little spark of that beauty inside ourselves. No matter how perfectly our bodies and faces fit any particular cultural ideal of beauty (and all of you know that what is perceived as beautiful is very much dependent upon culture, right? Some cultures celebrate girth. Some find beauty in a gap between the two front teeth that most westerners would have fixed at the nearest orthodontists. And so on.) Or how far our bodies and faces diverge from some artificial 'ideal.'
But then there is healthy. It is perfectly possible to be quite healthy and to have a BMI significantly over what the AMA recognizes as healthy. It is perfectly possible to be extremely unhealthy and to fit into a size 0 or 00 or 4 or 2.
I think we all need to learn to love ourselves enough to be willing to do what we need to do to be a little bit more healthy.
Which probably means spending less screen time. And more time moving, for starters. At least for most of us. Most of us Americans could learn a bit (ok, a lot) about portion size.
If we don't love ourselves at least a little bit, we will keep beating ourselves up inside so that no matter what our waist size or how smooth our skin or luxurious our hair, it will be really hard to find anyone who will love us. And if we do, our self loathing will make it really hard to recognize love when it comes around. Anyone who tries to love us will have a hard time seeing us, or reaching us through our own self loathing.
So let's be kind to ourselves, just a little bit. Maybe start by learning something about our bodies. Maybe start with the heart, which is a fabulous organ, simple and elegant:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart