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Fat talk free

It's fat talk free week at Baylor this week. It's kind of sad that we as a society have come to a point where we must bring attention to the fact that so many people struggle with "fat talk". I have heard countless people say, "If only I lost ten pounds, people would notice me," or, "I wish my body looked more like that person's," or, " I hate my physical appearance." Since when are all people supposed to have the exact same body shape, weight, and physical structure? Didn't God create each of us with unique physical characteristics? Isn't He perfect and good? It's kind of a slap in the face to say that the way God made you wasn't good enough and you wish your body was different.

I'm not saying that if you're morbidly obese, it's okay because God made you that way. I still believe that God gave us these bodies to take care of them as we should by eating right, exercising, and staying healthy. However, we all have different body types. Some of us are tall, others short, some have dainty bones, others have sturdy skeletons, some have stick straight frames, others are curvy and feminine. If I'm being completely honest, I'm not always satisfied with my straight, petite frame. It's close to impossible to shop for my body, considering I could shop in the kids department and a lot of the cute, fashionable clothes look downright wrong on me. I also sometimes feel like I could easily look like a boy without trying too hard (if it weren't for my height, of course). I sometimes catch myself wishing for firmer abs or a curvier, more "desirable" appearance. But you know what? Those thoughts do not lend themselves to me being content with my body. Who am I to question God's immeasurably good works?

Yes, I need to take care of my body. Yes, I need to stay in shape and exercise consistently. Yes, I need to eat a healthy diet consisting of carbs, proteins, fats, dairy products, fruits, and vegetables. But I do not need to wish for a different body type. I do not need to say, "If only I was_____". I do not need to compare my body to others. I only need to thank God for giving me a capable body and be ready to act on His great purposes.

Fat talk free week? More like content with my body for life.


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