Why is it OK to call someone thin, but fat is considered a dirty word?
"Oh girl, you are not fat," someone will say to me when I refer to my size that way. How else would you describe me? I'm overweight. I'm fat. I'm OK with it.
The other night on Facebook I saw where a friend posted an older picture of herself. In a comment about the picture, she said she hoped she would look that good again after weight-loss surgery next year.
Weight loss surgery can improve a person's health, and I'm all for that. But let me tell you, this woman is beautiful. She is one of the most friendly, open people I've met and I've never seen her without a pretty smile on her face. The paintings she creates are like an extension of her beauty.
I told her that her inner beauty shines, and that makes her beautiful inside and out.
Not that I don't have a similar picture. It's 1995, I'm sitting on the floor of a friend's beach house on Isle of Palms and I'm wearing a bathing suit. No rolls of fat, no extra chin, no makeup and what I marvel at the most is the lack of cellulite on my thighs. I was a size 10 and thought I was fat.
I know I'm fat. I know I need to lose weight for my heart's sake, but I'm thankful I don't feel that pressure to be thin to be physically attractive.
I feel pretty on the inside. It took a divorce to get there, and finding that funny, outspoken, loud and smart woman I was before I got married. A very dear friend saw me not long after I became separated and I'll never forget what she said: "You look beautiful."
So what is beauty? Is it on the inside or the outside? Is it about size or something more? I'd certainly like to believe it's about something much more.
But it doesn't hurt to dress it up in pretty frocks, sparkly accessories and peeptoe heels.