h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I went to a dinner last night, with colleagues, in the home of one of them. It was much nicer than I expected and I was in a good mood when I came home.

But you were unhappy again.

Again, you claimed that I don't love you.
Again, I spent time to explain that it is the base of my life, that my love for you is always there.

And again, you pointed out that I don't love you enough - physically.

But that's because I don't care much about my own body. Not because I don't love yours.

Maybe it sank in this time that if my body is constantly criticised, it's not easy to love it and to love using it. At least you almost apologised. At least you felt a little ashamed.

You said last night that I have a beautiful body. Trouble is, it's hard to believe when it's been harshly judged for the last 13 years.

But I will keep working on my self esteem and on appreciating my body. For now, I work on accepting it as it is, reminding you often that I'm in better shape than in many years, and that I excercise more than ever before.

Maybe one day, I will even like my own body, and maybe I can enjoy it together with you more.