All the time I hear people say they can’t love their body because body-part-x doesn’t work like it should, it doesn’t look right, or it lets them down. Do you stop loving your family and friends because they let you down? Because they don't look right? Because they get in your way? No. You love them in spite of these things. You love them because love does not serve itself, love serves what it loves. Love your body and serve yourself, and only yourself. Do not pander to the expectations of the critics.
People say how can I love my body? I don’t even have a favourite body part.
Loving your body means not having a favourite part, because it means not neglecting one part in favour of another. It means not thinking of ‘parts’. This body is you. It’s all you. You are you, your mind is your body and your body is your mind. That’s what exercise is for – it reminds us we are not separate from ourselves. When you’re in the midst of training, when you’re forced into your own skin, you forget the delineation. And as you are worthy of love, ‘warts and all’, it’s not only your favourites that deserve your love. It’s all of you. Fat included.
And anyway, how has hate been working out?