“She is fat.”
Listen up, Never call a girl fat. The end. There is no excuse… I promise you, if she has a little extra blueberry muffin on her body she probably already knows it. There is absolutely no reason for you to make a comment or give your opinion on the matter. If you open your mouth to say something about her outward appearance it had better be about how absolutely captivating she looks tonight. That is all…
Recently, I was described to another as the fat one at work… Ummm… Ouch! The truth is, I probably could do with a little less of me. I know this. You know this. It is not something that I can hide extremely well. It sort of hangs about me… If you know what I mean…
For years I have heard women speak of themselves in a warped way because in their mind they are not worthy of romance and love if they are overweight. I have been one of these women. We rise, look in the mirror, and think the thoughts that others have carelessly put in our minds. Thoughts like “No one will love someone who can’t keep their weight down”, “What is my problem? Why can’t I do something as simple as putting the darn fork down?”, “No one wants to marry a fatty”. I have heard it all.
This week, when once again I was called the dreaded word “fat” I sat down and cried… Of course I did… How could I not… Why is it that out of all the things that I am and all the things that I want to be “fat” is the word that describes me? Is that really what I am to people?
Here is the thing, God doesn’t see me as fat. He just sees me. He looks down and sees Katie walking around, doing the best that she can as a person… as a fallen human being… as His little girl… and guess what? He. Loves. me.
Thought: If Christ can look past the chubbiness into my soul, so can I. There is no reason to love myself less because another sees me as undeserving based off of my dress size. The whole idea of judging a person by their body mass is horrible and ever so broken.
If you are reading this and feel larger that you would like to be… I beg of you, go look in the mirror right now and put yourself in God’s shoes. How does he see you?
I’ll tell you: He thinks you are gorgeous.
All for now…
