It's almost dinnertime at my house, and I just got back from the gym (plus I have sore legs from an over-two-mile walk last night). So considering the circumstances, I thought now would be an ideal time for this post.
As you may have guessed, I am a medium-sized woman (size 8 on a good day, 10 on a bad day, and 10 more often lately, thanks to those precious hormones of mine). Well, that and the fact that, partly as a rebellion against our stick-thin culture, I have something chocolate every day, whether anyone else likes it or not.
Now, I have had my overweight days. In fact, those days were my life until college. And I have had my size 6 days (college, when I restricted myself so much that I became a borderline anorexic--my mother nearly killed me). So now, post grad-school, I am a medium-sized woman. And though I should be quite satisfied with that, well, I sometimes wonder. Because even though I no longer restrict myself to the point of obsession, I often feel so guilty for having that Chinese food, slice of cake, or ___ (fill in) that it isn't even funny. Meanwhile, I don't fit in well with the "big girls," and the "little" ones would probably consider me a porker.
Of course, I have an arsenal. This is mostly Scripture from Song of Solomon, as well as Proverbs 31:30 and 2 Peter 3:1-4 (ish). However, I wonder why medium-sized women often still suffer such guilt for eating food and exercising four times a week instead of six. Medium is supposed to be the "happy" size, right? Any ideas on how to make our culture accept "medium?"
Wait. I have one. I will have my cake, walk it off, and then have it again.
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