"You make me sick."
I've never cared much for that phrase, even when used in a supposedly "kind" sort of a way.
I am just under 5 feet tall, I've never weighed triple digits--except for when I was pregnant, my feet are the same size as most ten-year-old girls, and I can sometimes fit into size 0 pants . . . and that's just the way I was made.
I can understand how some women might desire to wear a size 0 in pants. Really, I can. Or that some women might wish to be petite, but sometimes I seriously get my feelings hurt.
Eight hundred times too many, friends, family, and even strangers have said things to me like, "You make me sick . . . I couldn't even fit my big toe into your pants!" or "You are so tiny, you make me so sick!"
How am I suppose to respond to that?
Truth is--if the tables were turned and I were saying similar phrases to larger women, I'd be considered a rude and disrespectful creep. Imagine the reactions I'd get if I went around saying things like, "You make me sick . . . It would take three of me to fill one leg of your pants!" or "You are so ginormous, you make me so sick!"
No. I would never say those things. To anyone. Ever.
And don't think I'm in love with my body either. I wish I were taller, or that I could fit into "big girl" shoes (women's) instead of browsing the section with characters from ICarly, Shake it Up, and Hannah Montana on the sides. *Sigh.*
My hope, wish, message, prayer today is that we can all be a little happier with who we are (myself included). Whether you have blonde hair, black hair, red hair, or blue hair. Whether you are old or young, over-weight or thin as a noodle. Let's throw away the negative and bring in the positive. Let's love ourselves for how we were made. Who's with me?