Last Thursday, I wrote a post about body image - many of you interpreted this as my own feeling badly about myself and reassured me that I am beautiful. I want to thank-you; it was very kind and very touching. But I also want you to know that I am as comfortable in my own skin now as I have ever been. I eat well eighty percent of the time, I practise yoga and, mostly, I accept - no, I embrace - myself the way I am, messy hair and all. Imperfections are part of what make us who we are, even though we might at times wish we could change them. I was inspired to write that post not by myself but largely by criticism of Marion Bartoli, the Wimbolden champion, who was called unworthy of her title because she is not as tall or blonde as many of her competitors. Ms. Bartoli has been a model of grace under pressure and responded to her critics by saying, "I am not blonde, yes. That is a fact. Have I dreamt about having a model contract? No. I’m sorry. But have I dreamed about winning Wimbledon? Absolutely, yes." The fact that she showed less outrage than I did impressed me; she reminded me of a valuable lesson I've learned many times but often forget; a lesson that I think we all need to hear repeated now and again. Your appearance doesn't make you who you are; you are not the sum of your height and weight but of your talents. And you are all amazing. Remember that. Thank-you for being here - it's a privilege and pleasure to be able to share my little world with you!
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