06/12/2019
His name was David, and I was crazy in love with him. I wanted to spend my life with him, grow old with him, have more children than Angelina Jolie with him. The only teensy problem was that he didn't feel the same way about me. "I'm not attracted to you," he said. Picky, picky, picky, I thought.
I was certain I could persuade him to love me, that he wasn't seeing clearly, that it was my job to show him that we were meant for each other. I was also certain that when I finally lost the 10 pounds I'd been losing and gaining for a hundred years, he'd be smitten.
And so I pulled out all the stops. I developed a sudden fascination for 18th-century architecture (his field), I baked coconut layer cake (his favorite), I dyed my hair blond (his preferred color). And most of all, I starved myself. A few months into Project David, he fell in love with a size 16 brunette and moved 3,000 miles away.
As you probably have already guessed (or experienced firsthand), when you are as thin as you can ever imagine, the people who didn't love you before will still not love you, and the people who did love you before will love you still. People will come, go, leave, and die, no matter how much you weigh.
Hearts are made to be resilient. Think about it: Is there one thing that's happened to you that you haven't survived? Something in you is still awake, alive, eager to learn, ready to be moved. And once you know that your heart is resilient, then you can take in the huge streaks of delight, joy, and happiness as well. Once you understand that everything will end, you can finally live your life — the one you already have, not the one you imagine you'll someday have when you lose enough weight.