The Skinny on Being Pretty (a girl's perspective)

(In advance, you should know that this is a girl to girl rant so I have been excused if you are a man reading my blog post and have no idea what I am talking about. It's alright. Talk to your girlfriend, mother, friend that is a girl and they can explain if you don't understand the anxiety  that bubbles up in your veins when you stand on a scale. Or if you are a woman who has never struggled with weight, let me tell you, you are a VERY blessed person. Have a cookie on me ;) Much love!  ) 



Dear Friend, 

Now, we all hear these lovely talks about loving the body that you are in or that being you is the best- whatever the size etc  etc. I have always been a chubby girl. I remember being bigger than my lean older sister and thin younger sister since I was very young. I made up for not being thin with having an explosive personality  and using my strength to win arguments with my sisters. (To this day my sisters ain't got nothing on me! Haha! Kilah and Syd, if you read this- you know I am right ;) ) I had my bad days when I would come home from school after a boy had called me fat or I had tried every size of a dress and it still didn't fit the way it should have; but mostly I was alright with my weight. People are more comfortable talking to a girl that has chub and isn't put all together than the one that is thin and knows how to make the perfect cat eye with their makeup. 

Looking perfect on the outside never means that you are perfect on the inside- and sadly we are pushed to fix the outside instead of having the healthy balance of working on both. 

So- why all of this chit chat about fat? Well, I admit, I had a low moment today. This morning I went to the doctor for a checkup. I saw the horror of horrors... a scale. The assistant smiled at me and asks me to get on it. Oh lanta. The one that accurately weighs you. I  joked with the doctor's assistant and made myself not look at the scale-- but my eyes betrayed me and looked. Ahhkkk! Internally I was freaking out. "Oh my land! That is a lot... I haven't been eating wheat lately! I should be the thinner! Wait.. I had icecream last night. I shouldn't have done that! Oh no. That lady knows how much I weigh!.." The assistant noted my face of "wow, I hate this contraption" and brought me into the room waiting for the doctor. I was alone with my thoughts. "Ok. If I don't eat dessert and go running before everyone is awake, that would help..? Who am I  kidding?! I want cake right now. *stomach growls* That's it! I'm eating only veggies and drinking only water for the rest of my life! I can do it!" Later on I hop into the car and go to Walmart to pick up a few things with my dad. He had a few things to look at and I was free to roam around and see what could help me with my new diet plan. Still having dialog in my head such as, "That woman looks amazing in those skinny jeans, darn I wish I looked good in skinny jeans... Hey! Icecream is on sale! Yummy.... Rachel Ray looks really happy as she makes a cake.. must be nice having someone else making your portion sizes!" Angry at myself, I looked at the diet section of the magazines lining the wall. Skinny women and men smiling while sporting cute athletic wear that would make the common person suck in their gutt as they walked by. Frustrated I turned away from the magazine section. 
Needless to say I was upset when I got home. I went upstairs to my room and my sweet Grammy Coo had left a Milky way chocolate bar at the end of my bed. Ha! The coincidence! I collected the bar and put it away frusterated and really wanting to throw it across the room and then run over and eat it!  Later in the day I did devos. God is kinda cool because I ended up reading this:

 "Hear, O daughter, and consider, and incline your ear:
    forget your people and your father's house,
11     and the king will desire your beauty.
Since he is your lord, bow to him." (Psalm  45:10-11) 

It was like God was saying- "Summer- you don't need to be a skinny model. You know I desire you no matter what size you are. I know you struggle with this- but you have Me. I'm not going to let you continue to feel sorry for yourself. Bow to Me and know that we can work through this together." 

I must say- He has got good timing. So, here is the skinny on being pretty- Bowing to Him and believing Truth. No lies, no diet, no makeup is going to beat that. 

Eat, Love, Pray, Exercise. Repeat!

Love, 

Your "big boned" hippie friend