Making Peace With the “F” Word (Or Not)

 Fat. 

That’s the “F” word in question. 

There are other, possibly kinder, words that people say, like “bigger,” “heavy,” “plus-size.”

But let’s be honest - they all mean the same thing. 

So, as a person who falls under that particular descriptive umbrella, there’s a bit of a tightrope I walk. 

There’s a lot of talk about loving yourself, accepting yourself, being gentle with yourself. Self care, and on and on. And it’s not shocking that I struggle in that area. 

Because there’s also the fact that I know this is not healthy, it’s not fat-but-fit, it’s not…okay. 

How do you “love” yourself while also knowing you need to change? How do I give myself a break or be gentle with myself when tough love is probably what I need most? Being too easy on myself is what got me to this place. 

This is the part of the post where you would expect me to bust out with some wisdom or an answer. 

Spoiler Alert: I don’t have any. 

I’m just here, in this space, trying to come to terms with being f-a-t and accepting it while seeking motivation to make real change. (I’d settle for the “c” word: chubby. 🤷‍♀️😂)

The only thing I know for certain is that the Lord promises that His mercies are new every morning. 

I’m a work in progress, no matter how snail-like the progress may be.