http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/style-blog/wp/2014/05/13/heres-that-epic-mesmerizing-fat-girl-speech-from-monday-nights-louie/

I was thinking of this today because, due to a family reunion, I had a particularly hard couple days with self-acceptance.

I'm not fat but my middle is thick and my house is dirty and my style is non-existent and, oh yeah, I have a wonky eye. All of these things are facts. Truly. I am actually a bit conceited and tend to minimize my imperfections, so trust me when I say these are areas of my life that are less than ideal.

And it drives me nuts when people's response is to deny the obvious: 'Your house isn't dirty.' and this one: 'Your eye looks fine.' That one is super frustrating because it usually happens when we are taking photos and I am trying to get the right angle where my wonky eye is kind of looking at the camera. When the photographer is honest and tells me it isn't quite there, I can adjust. When the photographer insists that I look fine because they are too embarrassed to comment on the wonky eye, then I have a butt load of pictures where I look like Marty Feldman.

When people, trying to be kind, deny the facts and insist on false compliments or reassurances, it reinforces the idea that there is truly something wrong with not looking a certain way, or living a certain way. It really is the meanest thing you can say, because when you tell me my eye isn't crooked, it is like saying that my crooked eye is so far from acceptable that it is insulting to even acknowledge it. My eye is crooked. So what? My house is dirty. So what?

Stop reassuring me that I am ok by telling me my flaws (by societal standards) don't exist. They do and I am STILL ok.