Epiphany!

I had a stunning revelation this week.

I always thought I was comfortable with my size--if not always happy. And for the most part, that's true. Sure, I have days when I can't stand what I see in the mirror, but I think everyone has times like that.

Then today I realized...I may be okay with my size, but I operate under the assumption that no one else is. I assume everyone who looks at me sees some fat, ugly, unhealthy, completely undesirable blob. I'm thinking that means I'm not as okay with my body as I tell myself I am. Every man who's ever shown an interest in me has done so because they're lonely and I'm single. They don't want me, they want an available person to fill a vacancy in their lives. But what if I've been wrong? Maybe they really did want me, and I'm just too insecure to believe it.

So that's my new motivation for losing weight. Maybe as I slim down, I'll stop assuming no one could ever find me attractive. Anyone else have a similar situation in terms of their self-esteem? Does my rambling make any sense at all?