food for thought...thoughts about food
A good friend shared this on Facebook and it really struck me.
Original credit goes to Lillian Bustle
And as I sit here, eating cheetos by the fistful and feeling rather down about myself I keep staring at this and trying to wrap my head around it.
I have completely bought into the programming. I have had it beaten into me for my entire life that fat = ugly, bad, worthless, pathetic, unlovable, stupid, disgusting, etc...and I've allowed myself to believe every word of it. Tonight, however, I don't want to believe it anymore.
I know this is a battle I'll be fighting for the rest of my life. I know that people see me and make a harsh judgement about me. I'm not just fat, I'm obese. I must be stupid. I must not care about myself. I must not know any better. You see, I'm a bad fat person. I don't exercise for hours every day and eat kale by the pound. I emphatically hate kale actually and will expound upon said hatred vehemently and virulently. I love food, be it from the greatest chefs in the world to the Dunkin’s down the street. I have to fight my love of food every meal, every time I step into a shop. I find most exercise boring. I love to dance but my body doesn’t allow me to do it as often as I’d like. I keep trying, even when it hurts, even when the world rejects me.
I’m sure there are other folks out there who share my struggle. Who can’t think of themselves as beautiful because the world has beaten them into submission. I’m going to take the little spark of hope about myself that I have left, and try to keep it kindled. I’m going to try to care of it, nurture it and help it to grow, and maybe one day the world will stop telling me I’m worthless and start accepting me as beautiful.
I encourage you to do the same.
