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I would love to whittle away the days manning a minivan full of foster kids and friends to soccer games and recitals and tutoring.None of these things would be diminished because of my size, and yet none of them seem to matter because of my size.It feels like things should be different in the church.Markers of spiritual maturity, like depth of character or a willingness to serve, should trump my above average BMI, but very rarely is that the case.“I see how so much of love is physical attraction, especially at the beginning. It’s not the one I wanted to believe.” In the latest episode of the “This American Life” podcast, Elna Baker discussed her journey of losing 100 pounds only to grow frustrated with the superficial attention she began to attract.We resist the narrative of physical attraction dictating love, especially inside the walls of the church where we hope to find much more stringent, substantive dating criteria than waist size, but maybe Elna’s onto something.Gluttony, however, only seems to be a sin when it results in displeasing physical appearances.Often I feel identified by three adjectives, and always in this order: fat, single, Christian.
Suddenly my body is a temple, and being fat directly correlates to excessive gluttony, despite the fact that there are a whole host of outside influences that may impact a person’s weight (including a body sabotaging itself and plummeting one’s resting metabolism after significant weight loss).
He expects me to love my neighbors, of all shapes and sizes, and He welcomes me at the foot of the cross, where there’s enough room for all, even those of us with sizable hips.
Being a Christian means trusting that God has a plan for you, but sometimes that plan takes a little time to reveal itself.
I see it in the faces of guys I’m meeting for the first time after being matched on e Harmony, even though we’ve exchanged weeks of witty banter and embarrassing confessions.
I hear it in the concerned tones of mentors and parents and friends who repeat phrases like “You’ve got such a pretty face,” and “I know you want to be married someday. ” Every ounce of my being cringes, because they’re probably right. I am talented and opinionated and passionate and valuable.