{"id":2193,"date":"2016-07-06T04:11:41","date_gmt":"2016-07-06T04:11:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/howgreatthoupart\/?p=2193"},"modified":"2016-07-06T04:22:19","modified_gmt":"2016-07-06T04:22:19","slug":"friends-called-beautiful-ugly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/howgreatthoupart\/2016\/07\/friends-called-beautiful-ugly.html","title":{"rendered":"For the Friends Who Called Me Beautiful When I Was Ugly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I hold onto people. I have had the same friends my entire life. <\/p>\n<p><strong>I am so happy to say that the people I grew up with continue to grow up with me.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>It&#8217;s pretty special<\/em><\/p>\n<p>They let me be me. They do not judge me on a moment or day. They do not judge me one a week or a month. They do not judge me on a year or even a divorce.<\/p>\n<p><em>In addition, I have been even more blessed.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I have made friends along the way. The kind of friends who make me feel like my childhood friends. They let me be me. They do not judge me on a moment or a day. They do not judge me on a week or a month. They do not judge me on a year or even a divorce.<\/p>\n<p><strong>They make me feel beautiful even when I am ugly<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I know all people in transition feel loss and that divorce exaggerates this.<\/p>\n<p>I also know that I am an extreme. I do not hang out with two people I went to high school with. I hang out with two times the people. <\/p>\n<p><strong>I want to walk in life as if it were still yesterday.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I want to feel safe. I want all my people. <\/p>\n<p>Imagine my surprise, when I awoke amongst unimaginable pain to find some of my people gone. <\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t explain it. I didn&#8217;t understand it and I had never met it before. I had grown up with people who had an immense tolerance for human imperfection. Who recognized vulnerability as a strength. Who viewed hardship as what we all fear but know will come our way. <\/p>\n<p>I grew up with love. <\/p>\n<p>I could try to explain it differently only that&#8217;s what it truly was. You don&#8217;t abandon people that you love. You don&#8217;t tell them that you have had enough or that you find them a certain way. When you love people you find them beautiful despite their ugly.<\/p>\n<p>Because I grew up holding onto people it made it nearly impossible for me to let go of people.<\/p>\n<p>But I had to.<\/p>\n<p>I had to let go of the people who made me feel even uglier when I myself, knew I was ugly.<\/p>\n<p>I had to hold onto the people who made me miraculously feel beautiful despite my ugly.<\/p>\n<p>They were the people who&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Did not judge me for turning into someone less than who I was &#8211; They were cheering me from the sidelines and tossing me water and a towel.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Did not say I was no longer happy and fun and beg for the old me &#8211; Instead, they told me stories of who I was because they realized I had forgotten.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Did not say I was stuck or unforgiving or repeating myself &#8211; Instead, they reminded me how many times they had begged me to leave only I thought I could fix anything and they knew I would leave no one.<\/p>\n<p>And most importantly, from a girl who knew the loss of her father at a young age and then unbearably her husband as well, and the catastrophic loss of divorce &#8211; <\/p>\n<p>They NEVER left me..<\/p>\n<p>They still saw me.<\/p>\n<p>They still believed I was beautiful despite my ugly.<\/p>\n<p>They loved me when I showed the worst of me.<\/p>\n<p>The stood by me when others walked away.<\/p>\n<p>They never made me explain.<\/p>\n<p>They never complicated the pain of loss &#8211; of divorce.<\/p>\n<p>They just somehow, miraculously called me beautiful despite my ugly.<\/p>\n<p>This is for my friends who when I found it so difficult to love myself made me believe I was still loveable. <\/p>\n<p>Who grabbed a mirror to remind me that I was beautiful despite my ugly.<\/p>\n<p>To the friends that remind me that I was so incredibly blessed&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Because I grew up with love.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/howgreatthoupart\/files\/2016\/07\/love-heart-yellow-photography.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/374\/2016\/07\/love-heart-yellow-photography-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"love-heart-yellow-photography\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2275\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p> I still wonder though. I still<br \/>\nthink about them now and then. I wonder if now that I once again meet their<br \/>\nexpectations if they wish we could share a moment. Then I remind myself that<br \/>\nwhen I was exactly who they needed me to be they were present and when I failed<br \/>\nto be that because life sent me forward through struggles they had no need for<br \/>\nme. Then I can love them as I always did AND I can let them go.<br \/>\nI wasn&#8217;t weak. I wasn&#8217;t a doormat. I just wasted a lot if time pleading with<br \/>\nsomeone to care and respect what was important to me and being too naive to<br \/>\nrealize that if you have to have that conversation or lack thereof that they<br \/>\nnever will.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hold onto people. I have had the same friends my entire life. I am so happy to say that the people I grew up with continue to grow up with me. It&#8217;s pretty special They let me be me. They do not judge me on a moment or day. 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