Today I read a blog post that was very emotional for me. It was called "Hey, Fat Girl." By the title you'd think the author was processing a terrible experience, but you'd be wrong.
I can't remember how many times I was called mean names, moo'd at, had unflattering songs made up about me and my weight, or even how many times I said these same things to myself. In fact, when I read that blog title my first thought was, "Yeah, I can relate."
After reading "Hey, Fat Girl", I dedicate this reposting to my family. They have come along beside me these last couple of months and have been voices of encouragement and support that drown out the instant replay of negativity in my head.
Re-posted from http://flintland.blogspot.com/2012/05/hey-fat-girl.html
Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy. You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make you cringe.
You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.
You are awesome.
If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others.
You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is possible.
You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people, know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health, “starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again.
You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration.
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I don't aspire to be a anyone's inspiration. I repost this to say "thank-you" to my family. If "Fat Girl" had the support of my family, she'd have looked the other runners in the eye on the way to the 5k finish line.
P.S. I changed the title on purpose!
