Happy Medium
What it seems the world wants me to be: really skinny and
really tired. If I could shrink and hustle, I’d be right there,
skinny and tired. Shrink and Hustle. This is what our culture
wants women to be: skinny and tired, from relentlessly
shrinking and hustling.
To be clear, I have nothing against people who are really
skinny, whether that’s just how God made their bodies or
because fitness and nutrition are central parts of their lives.
You do you, skinny people.
But I’m going to do me, and me is not skinny. I’m just
not. And I’ve lived all my life, nearly forty years, believing
a fantasy that I’m just about six months from finally being
skinny. Okay, six more months. Six more. Oops. I don’t
know what I was doing the last six months, but six months
from now, for sure.
You know what? Six months from now, I bet I’m going
to look pretty much like this. How do I know? Because I’ve
basically been this size since I was fourteen years old. I
think my body is trying to tell me something, and essentially
it’s this: Hey, crazy lady, this is what God gave you. And
you’re sort of the last to know.
And so at long last, I’m making peace with medium.