It is time to admit that I have a problem. Come a bit closer; I don't wish to shout. I have a problem with me. It's this, and it's uncommon. I like me. This wretchedly skinny despite all my best efforts, proportionless body and it's stutteringly functioning thought system; I like it. At least it has dress sense and a good haircut.
I speak to so many people who don't like themselves, who want to change cosmetically or behaviourally. And the thing I find I want to say more than anything else is, 'Where did this self-loathing come from?' Is the Christian Gospel to blame? Have we so indoctrinated the world with worm theology (I am a worm and no man) and all have manifoldly and wickedly sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, that we have undermined all the preciousness of being made in the likeness of the creator and thus beautiful.
In this most special of weeks, where we recall with sadness and joy one dead man walking, let us remember that we have been freed from the slavery of sin, however that works for us individually. You are OK. You are fine. You are the best you there is and I am the best me.
You don't have to loathe yourself. If someone says, 'No' it shouldn't turn your world upside-down. Rejection is just eliminating one more thing from your enquiries. You should see the amount of publications I have eliminated from my enquiries over the last four and a half years. All of them wrong of course. They should have risked it. If you can't get through the door marked 'No' then try another one.
If we are free, unique and special then we ought to behave with a bit more gusto. Not obnoxiously arrogant but confidently happy being us. Life in all its fullness must be a bit more than this. Mustn't it?
Well I'm off to do some ironing now but when I get back I'll expect you to have grown up. A bit. Give me your name, rank and serial number and tell me...
What do you like about you?
'These days someone as nice as me is hard to find.' (Airhead from Boing! 1990ish)