and you, and you, and you

This post is going to be a little bit cheesy, and a little
bit sappy and I am going to indulge in some squishy gooshy lovey dove nonsense
and possibly, some overwrought metaphors (shocking!) and then tie it all up in
a sentimental bow, and you may just want to yack, and that is okay. I’ll
probably want to yack, too. We can yack together, and it’ll be even more
romantic.

But listen: I want to say thank you. I don’t say it enough. I am too shy to
respond to you all in the comments, and a little self-conscious, and totally
weird, but every day, I read what you guys are saying, and your e-mails, and every day I
think thank you, for saying that, and thank you for telling me that, and thank
you for being so kind, and so generous to me, for having such good ideas and
such incredible feedback, for being funny and smart and lovely and for reading
this site and for making it as interesting and as relevant as it manages to be.

These posts are snapshots of my neuroses, my issues, my
craziness and my giddiness and my weirdnesses, and it astonishes me, every
single time, that the things I say here are useful to you guys in some way;
that what I’m saying has relevance to your life, and what you think and how you
think and how you’re trying to live your own life. Weight-loss surgery is
hardly a universal experience, but weight loss, being healthy, dealing with
your body and trying to understand it and be comfortable in it, to really see
what you look like and how you fit in the world—it turns out that these are the
things that are universal.

It delights me when you tell me yes, that’s exactly what I
was thinking, and you have to know that when you say that, I am as thrilled
myself, because you understand what I’m
talking about. You get it. Maybe I’m not completely fucking off my rocker, and
I’m definitely not alone. It’s so nice to not be alone. But you probably knew
that already.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for your amazing support, every
single, solitary, sometimes ridiculous day. Thank you for your sympathy and your empathy. For talking me
through the rough patches, and shoring up my insecurities, for letting me be
insecure, but also kicking my ass. For having stories to tell me in return that
make me understand that I am not the lonely little snowflake I thought I was,
when I was feeling sorry for myself. For making me feel strong, and awesome,
and kickass. For being, all of you, strong, and awesome, and kickass.

  5 comments for “and you, and you, and you

  1. November 30, 2007 at 2:20 pm

    No lonely little snowflakes here. Together, we are all one big mongo bad-ass Snowball of Doom!!

  2. sally
    November 30, 2007 at 3:27 pm

    Yup. Thanks Anne(HUG!!) One big Snowball of Doom. Look OUT, mean people!

  3. December 1, 2007 at 5:52 am

    You are not alone and you made me feel weepy because no matter how alone I feel sometimes, I am not either. Thanks

  4. anon
    December 3, 2007 at 10:40 am

    Aw, I love the sappy posts! Let’s all get together and share laughter and tears over martinis. Hooray for female bonding!!!!

    Ok, seriously. I have been offline since Thursday so I missed the post after the initial mugging post. I just read Friday’s post now and no wonder it brought out such mushy emotions. These commenters rock.

    We love you, Anne. We can’t quit you.

    I hope every day you’re feeling a little better. That was a big traumatic ordeal you went through; treat yourself with the love and kindness you’d demand we would if it had happened to us.

  5. December 3, 2007 at 11:59 am

    ditto.

    to every comment i’ve read on the last 4 or 5 posts.

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