Last week I posted something on my social media about a very striking, yet larger woman, I had seen. I commented on what she was wearing and how fabulous I thought she looked. I mentioned I really wanted to tell her how great she looked, but I knew that I wouldn’t.
I received lots of positive feedback, encouraging me to do it, but I didn’t.
I didn’t because I really didn’t think God was trying to give her a message, as much as he was trying to give me one.
She was beautiful. She was graceful. She walked with confidence. She felt good about herself. I could see that. To say anything would be insulting.
I was envious of her. And even though she did not fit my box of what beauty should look like, she still was.
And the kicker was, she looked more like me than she did like any other beautiful woman on TV or in a magazine.
What I really wanted to tell her was, “Teach me how to be fabulous too!”
Of all the comments I received, I had one friend who knew that there was more to this encounter than meets the eye. She encouraged me to journal about it.
And I did.
Thank you Ms. Sandra; here it is.
Maybe the sin isn’t in the overeating, but in letting it stop you from being who you were design to be.
I haven’t owned this statement yet. I’m working on it.
I’ve written in an earlier post, I’m not lazy and I don’t typically over indulge. And yet, even when I restrict my diet and become more intentional about moving, I always and forever, gain all my weight back.
I can lose it. I can’t keep it off.
I could have surgery. But I don’t have the health problems that would warrant it.
Maybe, physically, I’m suppose to be exactly how I am. But I fail emotionally.
If Jesus accepts me how I am, why do I feel I need to be any different?
Why am I telling him, he’s wrong?
I know this isn’t going to change my attitude over night. I’m still going to struggle. Letting go of an ideology I’ve grown up with is not easy to let go of.
I wish I never read that book that defended I was overweight physically, and underweight spiritually. Maybe it’s not true.
Maybe it could be, for some. But maybe not for all.
I think Jesus is probably more disappointed in how I let my self-image prevent me from doing the things he’s called me to do.
I think he may be more disappointed I’ve let my weight occupy my thoughts as much as I do. Whether I am 200lbs or 130, thoughts and ideas of my weight consume me.
I have replaced my God.
They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator–who is forever praised. Amen. – Romans 1:25
Oh how I praise my Self when I have lost the weight. And oh how my Self punishes me once I put it back on. How I strive, and struggle to make my Self happy.
I worship it. I have given myself over to it. It rules me. It consumes me. It lords over me.
I keep thinking if I was smaller, things would be different. People will look at me differently. And when I say people, I mean strangers. They will respect me more. They will take notice of me more often.
Many years ago, I had seen a study (how scientific, I don’t know) that tested how people reacted to people in fat suits. It was horrible. They were ignored, they were passed over. They are shown to be in a lesser class.
This worried me. Because for some reason, I care what other people (strangers) think of me. And I “knew” I had the power to change how people look at me.
I could change it, by changing me.
But I’m starting to realize something. I’m learning that perhaps I’m not suppose to be a 130lb woman. I’m not even suppose to be a 160lb woman. Because even when I am, I’m not.
Why do I continue to strive to be someone I’m not?
Lord, please forgive me for my sins. I am sorry I have bought into the lie that my size is a reflection of who you are. I am even more sorry that I’ve aided in spreading a false message that isn’t from you, to others.
You do not condemn me for being who I am. I do that to myself.
Please wash over my thoughts and cleanse them from anything that does not come from you. Rid me of the false messages that tell me I’m not worthy; that I could be better.
Forgive me for putting my Self above you.
It would be my honor to continue serving you, while still being me; the me you’ve designed me to be.
2 thoughts on “Accepting Who I’m Designed to Be”
Great job my friend. “I wish I never read that book that defended I was overweight physically, and underweight spiritually. Maybe it’s not true.” This statement, in this post, caught my eye. You are most definitely not underweight spiritually. We are all imperfect beings with struggles similar to others yet unique to only us. You my friend lift your spiritual weights and spiritual exercise routinely. You eat a healthy diet of Scripture and digest it as needed. Sometimes it’s a quick meal and other times you savor every morsel. Spiritually you are baby bear…. Just right 🙂
My friend Jesus is not now, nor has he ever been disappointed in you. He loves your heart! A heart while, yes, may be slightly imperfect in earthly eyes is completely sold out to Him and that my friend is spiritual health at its finest.
Love you friend. You bless me. Thank you for pushing me to grow.