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I Don’t Want My Last Thought to Be About My Weight
The massive black pickup truck sped towards me, its front bumper towering at my waist. As I stood frozen on the hot asphalt, just ten feet from the safety of the sidewalk, I felt the panic rise. My feet wouldn’t budge, and I tried to scream, but my voice was stuck. I was a terrified spectator to my own potential demise.
As the truck barreled closer, the expected flash of my life didn’t happen. Instead, a jumble of chaotic thoughts raced through my mind, and then—out of nowhere—one clear realization hit me: I regretted all the years I spent worrying about my weight.
Miraculously, I avoided disaster that day. Just as the truck was about to collide with me, instinct kicked in, and I jumped aside. A few bystanders rushed over, shocked and indignant, but my mind was elsewhere. I was grappling with a profound insight.
The thought that I could end my life feeling regretful about my body was unsettling. After all, my body has been more than capable. Sure, there have been times when I’ve been overweight, but generally, my weight has hovered around the higher end of “healthy.” I’m sturdy, built to last, and my body has carried me through countless adventures, including carrying groceries up the stairs and running on wooded trails. How could I feel dissatisfied with a body that can still bounce on a trampoline with my kids?
The struggle between my physical capabilities and my emotional perceptions of myself is confusing. I can recognize how fortunate I am to be healthy and yet still find myself fixating on my so-called flaws. This disconnect is rooted in a lifetime of experiences that chipped away at my confidence.
I remember being 11 and stepping outside to grab the newspaper when a boy on a bike shouted, “You’re fat!” At 17, during an intimate moment, a partner told me I could be attractive if I lost weight. In college, an awkward call to a crush ended with him saying he didn’t date “big girls.” And years later, my sister suggested we shouldn’t have kids because of our body types. These moments, among many others, left indelible marks on my self-esteem.
Even though I know those hurtful comments speak more about the speakers than me, their echoes linger. I struggle against the notion that my body is subject to public opinion. Deep down, I know my body belongs to me, yet the unsolicited judgments from others often overshadow my self-acceptance. I am strong and capable, yet the prevailing sentiment seems to say I’m too much.
However, I’m starting to challenge that narrative. I’ve begun to see myself differently. In a high-intensity workout class filled with fit individuals, I found myself admiring everyone around me. When I couldn’t spot my own reflection, it hit me—I didn’t look like the overweight person I thought I did. In fact, I realized that my body is vigorous and alive, and I deserve to appreciate it.
I’ve decided to embrace my strength and view myself as a powerful, glorious being. My body is not a disappointment; it’s a source of pride.
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In summary, it’s vital to recognize our worth beyond societal standards. Our bodies are unique and capable, and we should celebrate them, not criticize them.