More Conversations in my Head

I feel fat.

Fat is not a feeling.  Fat is not an emotion.
 

Fine.  I am fat then.
 

True, I can't deny that.  But, that's all

it is.  A fact. It is not a judgement. It 

is not a comment on who you are.

When I lay in bed, I can feel the fat

hanging from my body. When I walk

I can feel it jiggling.

Gross.  But again, it is just a fact.

Nothing more.

I feel ugly.

Dude, ugly isn't a feeling.

See above.

Ok smarty pants.  I am ugly.

No, you are beautiful.

Girls are beautiful.  I'm a guy.

Sure, that might make sense looking

at the outside and only if you buy

into it.  But you are beautiful within.

So my insides are beautiful?

You know what I mean.

Aha! So you're still saying I'm ugly on

the outside.  Gotcha.

No, you're the one saying it. And I 

wish you'd stop it.  You're wife seems 

to like your outside so who are you to argue?

I feel stupid.

I'm not going over this again.  And before

you say it, you are not stupid.

I am weak. I should be strong.

Who isn't?  And you need to 

stop shoulding on yourself.

I am unwo....

Wait a minute.  I'm not finished.

You are stronger than you ever

imagined. You think it is normal,

but it is your inner strength that

your friends, your kids, your wife, your family and your

co workers tell you time and time again

they draw upon.  It's time to

start believing them.

Well, even so, I am unworthy.

Unworthy of what?

...

...

You know, I don't know.

Then why think that?

I am fat.  I am large. I am beautiful. I am handsome.

I am smart. I am weak. But I am also strong.

And....

I am worthy.

Duh.