As a rule I generally don’t feel compelled to respond to articles I read, but this one made me cringe with every paragraph.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kathleen-brooks/being-fat_b_6097544.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063
What upset me most was the undertone of self-loathing and helplessness. It devastates me that people walk by this delightful human being and don’t recognize her humanity. It’s a basic feeling that everyone needs and deserves…to be recognized for our inherent human dignity. I am not skinny. I haven’t been since high school. I look in the mirror and most days I am comfortable with what I see. Yes, I’d like to lose weight, but I don’t think weight defines my personhood.
I have called myself fat. At times I still call myself fat. And I am fat, by society’s standards. My mother is underweight, significantly so, and is the first person to notice any weight gain. It bothers me, but I don’t see her every day so I can usually shake off what she says.
There are times when I get looks from people, but I don’t care. I know skinny people who have body dysmorphia, the same as me. I am a food addict and I work at making healthy choices every single day. Some days are better than others.
But I am more than what the scale tells me. I am a gifted preacher and pastoral presence. I connect with people on a spiritual and individual level. I am an attentive and mindful listener. I work hard at what I do. God has blessed me in many ways.
I have curves, I have cellulite, I don’t like having my picture taken because I have not learned (yet) how to smile without looking artificial. I am not as active as I should be. I know I should get off my ass and move more than I do.
Yet I refuse to be judged because I cannot shop the petite section of a store and my dress size is in the double-digits. I like my curves (for the most part). I like how a dress hugs my hips and shows off my breasts. I like feeling sexy. And sometimes I actually do feel sexy. I don’t think I would if I was as skinny as I was in high school. Back then, I was built like an ironing board…and ironing boards are not sexy.
Don’t get me wrong, I applaud women of all sizes. I know women who have struggled with and are currently struggling with eating disorders.
Being fat is not a sin. While it may be seen as socially unacceptable, so is smoking in public places. So is child abuse. So is ignoring the homeless and refusing to see them as anything other than a nuisance and burden on society.
To Kathleen Brooks, know that you are a beautiful and remarkable woman. Stop projecting what society is saying and making it baggage to carry around. it is not your burden or cross to bear. You are a talented, remarkable warrior woman. You have curves and hopes and dreams. You have lived a remarkable life. You have an incredible story to share.
Live your life out loud. Don’t wait for someone else to make it okay. Please stop putting yourself down. You have a great life NOW. You are successful and have survived kidney disease and transplantation! That is no small feat. You are woman, learn to roar…and share that roar. Live your life larger than life. And live it out loud.
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