"Nothing was a more powerful compass of my mood or a better indication of my self-worth than the number on the scale." ~Betsy Lerner
She stared into her full length mirror, carefully studying every inch of her body. She chided herself for eating the bag of chips with her lunch. Why not take the bag and tape it to her thighs, she thought in disgust. It will end up there anyway.
The bathing suit she was wearing didn't help matters. Her eyes traced the excess skin on her belly. Real attractive! She'd have to watch herself and be more careful. No more snacks. Definitely no more sweets. And only water to drink. She'd heard the buzz that even diet soda could put on the pounds. She made a mental note to pick up more sugarless gum. It helped to curb her hunger in the middle of the day.
She changed into her running gear and headed out the door. Pool time with her friends would have to wait until she toned down her waist. The hundred degree weather stung her eyes as she began her trek. Five miles. No less. She knew the route that would get her to her goal. She'd run it so many times, she could do it with her eyes closed.
Two miles in, her head began to pound. Probably getting dehydrated, she reasoned. She opened her water bottle and took a few sips, managing to maintain her pace as she hydrated. But the pain only worsened. By mile three, she was growing dizzy. A wave of nausea rolled over her. Maybe she was coming down with the flu. That always took a pound or two off of her. Only two more miles to go. Then everything went black.
She awoke in a hospital bed. Nurses and other medical staff stood closeby. "She's awake," she heard one of them say. Why was she here? Too weak to ask questions, she closed her eyes and let the sleep consume her.
"You aren't eating enough. You aren't getting the nutrients and the calories your body needs. And you have no business running in the middle of the day in three digit temps." She listened and silently argued each sentence spoken to her. They didn't understand. She couldn't allow herself to get any fatter. She could see the way some of the girls at school looked at her. They noticed she'd gone up a size. It wasn't fair! How did they manage to maintain their size three status? She was trying so hard, but couldn't seem to break away from the sevens and nines. She'd cut the tags out of her clothes, but she knew. Everyone knew. She was fat. No doctor was going to convince her otherwise.
Does this sound familiar? When and why did we buy into the propaganda that we have to be ultra thin in order to be beautiful? Why do we women embrace these destructive lies? Ladies, we are so much smarter than this! Please tell me why we have given so much power to the fashion gurus who say we must be gaunt to be gorgeous? Why do we allow them to influence us to the point where we jeopardize our health in order to fit the skinny mold they've imposed upon us?
How about we say NO MORE! Enough is enough. We are beautiful ~ BEAUTIFUL. Beauty comes in ALL shapes and sizes. Of course, we want to be healthy too. Gluttony is not self-love either. In fact, it too is self-destructive.
It's time we start loving ourselves just as we are. We are the products of our Father's designs. He didn't make us so that we'd all fit the skinny mold. He made us unique ~ and that's part of the whole beauty package.
I doubt my message here will start a revolution. I think we've been brainwashed, and one blog won't begin to reverse the damage that's been done. But I hope I get you thinking, and I hope you start seeing yourself in a new light. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL regardless of what any tape measure or scale tells you. Ladies, it's time to take back our power and start learning to cherish and celebrate the beautiful women God created us to be...just as we are.
"A cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obesssion about female beauty but an obsession about female obedience."
"Even the models we see in magazines wish they could look like their images."
~Cheri K. Erdman
"By choosing healthy over skinny you are choosing self-love over self-judgment. You are beautiful!" ~Steve Maraboli
"You shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God ~ you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration ~ what a creation!"
~Psalm 139, The Message