What we do know, though, is that in this age of headlines and catchphrases, in this era of 140 characters and small, square photos on smart phones, we'd do well to judge not as Twitter judges, but as Christ does.
I got a notification this weekend that a 13-year-old is following me on Twitter. I'm honored, but also a little surprised. My first thought was: "Isn't 13 like 6th grade? What does one even do in 6th grade that they want the Internet to know about?"
You can only take care of someone else as much as you take care of YOU. You can't serve others until you serve yourself, you can't love anyone else until you love yourself, and you certainly can't give what you don't have. It's just one of those universal truths.
Educators, parents, and condom manufacturers have worked to make safe sex appealing to young people for decades with minimal success - until now. Shadowing Coke's marketing tactic, Poke's "#ShareaCondom" campaign is enjoying similar success while also preventing unplanned pregnancy and STDs.
We are much more ready to have average men posing for underwear ads than we are to have average men figure skate, style our hair, or even do ballet. But I don't want the average man to pose for underwear the same way I would not want him to do ballet.
I have healed. My jaw works, I can chew, and the pain is gone. Food has, once again, become a source of happiness, entertainment, and togetherness in my life. But I will never forget those early post-op weeks.
I admit that it would be nice to pin our body image hang-ups to one dartboard. It would be super keen if we could lay blame at the feet of the music industry, our seventh grade gym teacher or the guy (and let's face it, it was totally a dude) who invented the tube top.
We love to share our running goals and achievements in hopes of finding encouragement along the way, or possibly inspiring others to chase their own dreams. Nothing shines brighter on the mantel of running rewards than the marathon finisher's medal.