I read a random blog the other day. It was a fit person writing a letter to a fat girl. She wanted her to know that when she sees her on the track, she is proud of the effort she is making, keep going, blah, blah, blah.
I wasn't impressed.
Maybe I didn't buy it, or maybe I just didn't care at that particular moment, but for whatever reason I was not encouraged or interested in continuing the conversation, so I moved on.
Fast forward to today. The girls and I dropped Grayson off at school and went to the park. We walked the loop three times, and on our third trip around, we passed a beautiful young woman. She was fit and looked great in her show-offy work out clothes, perfectly curled pony tail, and fashionable sunglasses. Meanwhile I'm huffing and puffing up this tiny incline in my baggy t-shirt, hair falling out, sweat dripping down my face, pushing a stroller, and pulling a dog (who at this point was pooped). In my state of absolute mess, I thought about that blog.
Maybe she did judge me. I certainly judged her (read the above paragraph with a little disdain in your voice...that's me). Anyway, maybe she did judge me with disgust. Maybe she didn't even notice me. Or maybe, just maybe, she passed me in all my disheveled glory and looked at me with admiration and respect. Whatever the case may be, I walked those last few feet a little taller. Just the idea that someone could look at me and focus on the good thing I was doing, helped me feel a little bit of motivating pride.
So thanks, random blog. You had more of an impact on me than I realized!
I wasn't impressed.
Maybe I didn't buy it, or maybe I just didn't care at that particular moment, but for whatever reason I was not encouraged or interested in continuing the conversation, so I moved on.
Fast forward to today. The girls and I dropped Grayson off at school and went to the park. We walked the loop three times, and on our third trip around, we passed a beautiful young woman. She was fit and looked great in her show-offy work out clothes, perfectly curled pony tail, and fashionable sunglasses. Meanwhile I'm huffing and puffing up this tiny incline in my baggy t-shirt, hair falling out, sweat dripping down my face, pushing a stroller, and pulling a dog (who at this point was pooped). In my state of absolute mess, I thought about that blog.
Maybe she did judge me. I certainly judged her (read the above paragraph with a little disdain in your voice...that's me). Anyway, maybe she did judge me with disgust. Maybe she didn't even notice me. Or maybe, just maybe, she passed me in all my disheveled glory and looked at me with admiration and respect. Whatever the case may be, I walked those last few feet a little taller. Just the idea that someone could look at me and focus on the good thing I was doing, helped me feel a little bit of motivating pride.
So thanks, random blog. You had more of an impact on me than I realized!
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