This is me two years ago. I weigh a bit more now (gained back almost everything I lost in 2007), but I look mostly the same with shorter, spikier hair now, so it's a good representation of the me that's looking for the love from myself. Kinda scary putting it out there, though.
I wish to send love to myself and my body. I have spent a lifetime in battle with my weight, my thighs, my hips, my feelings about myself. I'm tired now. And I'm way more overweight than when I thought I was the fattest thing ever. And I have an ongoing injury that may or may not heal completely. And I just need to love my body and take care of it. That doesn't mean I don't want to get smaller and stronger and all of that. I just want to do it with love and caring and kindness and understanding. I just need to figure out how that works.