Ok, THIS comic might be a little more appropriate for a two-year anniversary mark.
Last weekend I took a quick trip home to see my parents and my sisters, and to play with some nieces and a nephew that I haven’t had nearly enough time with. This is baby Andrew in this comic, or Drewbacca, or Drewberry Muffin. He came out with a full head of hair and an adorable cowlick. Anyway, my sister Maryclaire (and Andrew) and Mom and I were going through a stack of old photo scrapbooks, and came across some really lovely photos of Mom in the late 70s. In one particular one she’s sitting (with impeccable posture) in this high-backed chair wearing a very flattering red dress and just looking incredibly lovely. At the time, of course, she didn’t feel lovely, and I just stared at the picture thinking how sad that was.
Of course, even with all the help making this comic has been, even with all the progress I’ve made, I don’t feel 100% awesome about myself all the time. But: I used to spend hours every day obsessed about how huge I felt, and that doesn’t happen anymore. I look in the mirror and don’t automatically have ugly, insulting thoughts about my body. Often I even have pleasant thoughts. I’m pretty content in my own skin these days.
And guys, I wish I could bottle that for people, because it feels really nice to stop mentally beating myself up about how I look all the time. The only thing I can tell you is this: there’s not a single person in your life who thinks “I sure do love that person, but I’d love her SO MUCH MORE if she just dropped 10 pounds.”