Saturday, 25 February 2012
I Could Use Some Hugs
And even knowing that I was low didn't help my mindset, and after struggling with it all week, I called my Dad.
Now, I don't know about your parents, but mine will usually give it to me straight, even when/if I don't necessarily want them to, so I knew if I called and told them how I was feeling, there'd be some sensible advice. And I hoped that that would start to snap me out of the funk I was in.
I told Dad how I was feeling and he said he could only imagine how hard it must be for me to be alone and that they both felt sad for me at times.
Then Mom came on and I told her that I felt like no one would ever want to see me naked and that I wish I'd met my husband back when my body was lean and fit and how she was lucky and could she imagine if Dad had met her now? He wouldn't want to see her naked!
"Yes he would!" she said. "Because he'd be single too!"
And, of course, I laughed, while crying, because if I do ever end up with someone, he won't have the same body he would have if we'd met a decade ago, and there may be wrinkles or missing hair or other things he's not so fond of on him.
My parents then went on to tell me that I am still very attractive, and that their friends tell them as much as well.
And it meant a lot to hear that because my parents wouldn't just say that just to say it, you know? I mean, sure, everyone thinks their child is gorgeous, but my parents are also able to tell us kids when we need to smarten up or dress in a more flattering way or maybe watch what we eat or whatever. So while I still spent a good half hour after I talked to them crying on my couch, I felt a little bit better knowing that I'm not as ugly and unattractive as I talked myself into feeling this week.
I don't know if it helped to say it out loud and have someone listen and tell me I was wrong, or if it helped to hear that at least someone out there thinks I'm attractive.
Even if it's the sixty-something year old friends of my parents. This week? I'll take it.