Friday, July 26, 2013
Once upon a time, I was riding my bike through the neighborhood venturing into unfamiliar areas. While pondering whether to take a left or a right, I noticed seven elementary aged boys sitting on the curb ahead of me.
The next thing that grabbed my attention as I slowed for the turn was an older "brother" busy trying to crank a lawnmower.
He stopped and looked up at me. Then standing he waved shouting a cheerful "Hi!"
As I made the turn I heard him scream at the young, motionless boys:
"At least she's doing something! What are you doing?"
Hmmm. Was I just insulted?
The power-charged atmosphere suggested what was really important. I had been defended! And it was sweet.
Upon reflection I realized how much my behavior was reaching toward the future.
I was doing the things trim, athletic people do. And I was doing them while I was still . . . fat. Yes, it opened myself up to ridicule from immature, judgmental people.
But somewhere along the way, loving and accepting myself superseded what other people may think.