A story of perspectives ladies:
My aunt always complained about her weight. "I wish I could lose at least 10 pounds," blah, blah, blah. One day I happened to be at her house having lunch and she mentioned it again. I looked up, rather astonished. She wasn't hugely fat, maybe a size 16. I supposed I'd always heard it, but never really focused in on what she was saying. Typical teenager, always in my own world. However, that day it resonated and I said something to the effect of, "Wow, I've never before really paid attention to your weight. You're such a warm, wonderful, loving woman - that's pretty much what I know. After that, what do you care about other people's opinions? You're perfect to me and I'll bet you're perfect in the eyes of God."
Fast forward 4 decades to about 6 months ago. I'm on the phone with her. Sad to say, she has lost weight, a ton of it to be exact, and is now a whopping 85 pounds. She's dying of cancer. She told me that I was the only one who ever said anything to her when she was fat that made her feel extra special. She said, "You know, they say God always answers your prayers, just not in the manner that you think he might. Guess that's true - but I would give anything to be fat again." Be careful what you wish for...............
Makes me cry again just to think of her.