I was a mess. My career as an artist was going nowhere, my horseback riding was no longer fulfilling, and in general I felt unattractive. My husband did his best to be supportive: "You’re a great artist," "You’re a wonderful equestrian," "You’re the most beautiful woman I know."
One day, after another bad ride, I told him my horse seemed depressed. "How do I cheer up a horse?" I asked.
He shared his secret: "Tell her she’s good at stuff and that she looks beautiful."