Don't ask me the rest of the lyrics, because I don't remember them, haha. But that line has been running through my head for the last several minutes. In a relatively high-pitched voice as well.
Which is kind of ironic, because I am DEFINITELY not fitting into a IBTWPDB anytime soon!
You know, for the briefest moment, when this song popped into my head, I thought of my mom. She was a skinny woman. Very skinny. And, for an even briefer moment, I was envious that I inherited my dad's metabolism instead of hers.
Then, I realized, I shouldn't be envious.
Because of my weight, of my heavy body type, I have been made aware of health and health-related activities.
I know myself well enough to know that if I were naturally twig-thin, I wouldn't even bother giving health a first, much less a second, glance.
Being a larger body type helped key me in to health and fitness. This happened well before I was obese, because while I was a healthy weight in High School, I wasn't "skinny," and so I was doing the aerobics classes, and following the fitness shows on ESPN (What was the one Filipino chick? Kiandra? I loved her, and now I can't remember her name!)
Sure, I stopped for a while, allowing me to gain weight until I was at my highest recorded weight- 218lbs.
And there's where the shocker of a difference comes in: If I had the twig-thin body, and I did the same things I did originally to lead to my 218lbs... I probably wouldn't even look remotely obese. Heck, I'd probably still register as being in a "normal" weight range, or moderately overweight. But my body would still be wreck, and I wouldn't know.
So, even if I'm heavier than normal.. and even if I'm still on this hard journey to a healthy body.. I love my body, heavy body-type and all.