Who likes science fiction? I used to like reading Ray Bradbury, and I loved the first of C.S. Lewis’s space trilogy. It taught me that there were possibly other ways of seeing God besides the pedantic ways I had grown up knowing Him.
If you don’t like science fiction, you will have to have a really good imagination to even conceive of what I am going to try to describe. Because I can’t really truly conceive of a world like this myself.
What if, in our world, bumps and bubbles, and wrinkles and extra skin, and dare I say FAT were thought to be desirable? What happened that made our description of human beauty so narrowly defined? After all, humans are the ones who worked very hard to create these breeds of dogs that are considered beautiful and desirable by many people.
extra short legs–I mean, extra cute:
It is almost painful to read “weight loss blogs” any more. Perfectly normal, beautiful, functional woman degrading themselves, spending endless hours obsessing over an impossible to achieve “standard of beauty,” spending what amounts to years of their lives being unhappy and depressed about themselves. Because they are not a certain shape. It is not because they aren’t whole and functional people. Some of these women are wives and mothers (world’s most important job,) marathon runners, weight lifters, swimmers, and artists. Unbelievable, remarkable women.
And before you think I am pointing the finger at other people, I’m talking to myself too. I have spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about this the past few months. Especially since I changed the header on my blog to be about “living a whole and healthy life,” instead of just being about “weight loss and life.”
I am NOT in weight loss mode right now. Not even in the same country. Yet, every single day I think about it a great deal. I think about how I “should” be losing weight, or how I liked how I looked a few pounds ago. And then I think about how I shouldn’t be thinking about that.
When I swim and even when I walk, I feel so good and strong (aside from the knee.) I love how energetic and slim I feel (is that a feeling??) I am happy with the way I spend my time right now. I am putting more energy into my art (quilting,) and I am working on The Bridge, our child sponsorship program. Alleviating hunger in the world, even in a small way, is so important to me (wrote about it here.) I am happy with my daily schedule for the most part. I am even happier with how I am keeping my house up. So why would so much of my thought life be spent on this stupid weight issue?
I don’t have an answer for me or for you. A couple of things that might work–the “acting as if” thing–in other words, I act as if I am okay with my current weight. I wear shorts, even in public, and my summer uniform has been a variety of sleeveless teeshirts. The thought “I’m too fat to swim now” flits through my head quite often, but I load up the bag and head to the gym anyway.
Another thing that might help is the “what you say becomes your reality,” that I have read recently on someone’s blog. In other words, I try not to use degrading words (even to myself) to describe my physical body.
People, we are more than physical beings. No matter how you believe, you can’t change that. We are more than body. We have a spirit that is infinitely more valuable than the vessel that contains it. Thank goodness.
And one last note to “women of a certain age.” Who came up with that term? I love it! Anyway, as we age, we are ALL going to retain weight around the middle. We are. We Are. WE ARE. I don’t know why. When I get an audience with God and I have run out of the important questions, that is the first one I am going to ask. I’ll report back to you. In the meantime, will you try to make peace with that fact? Please? And yes. I’m still working on that one myself.
(edited to add: if you can’t relate to my doggie illustration, please continue on to the comments. Karen’s description of a rhino on a treadmill is PRICELESS!)