There I am the baby of the family. See the chubby one? I think I was about 7 years old in this picture. I know I wasn't born fat because I have baby pictures that show me as a normal weight baby.
but from whatever age that children start having memories of their body image mine has always been fat. Sometimes when I would lose a bit of weight, like when I was a sophomore in high school, I would lose enough weight to feel just chubby. But inside, deep in my head, I was fat.
Now along with the poor body image and inferiority complex, I also grew up thinking that there were many things that I could not do. I couldn't find cute clothes to wear, I would never have a boyfriend that I choose, I could never be a cheerleader, and I was never good at any physical activities. (obviously I am giving you the short version of the story here)
The point of this blog is to let every parent who has an overweight child, or every person who grew up as an overweight child - to stop now - stop that negative thinking. Stop passing this on to your children. Stop carrying this burden around.
Yesterday at age 60, I ran my first 5K. And it was one of the first times in my life that I felt that I had accomplished something physical that I had set out to do and finish. The elation that I felt was beyond joy. As I thought about this afterwards I thought to myself, why did it take all these years for me to push down these false barriers that I put up in my mind? The only thing that I can think of is that this is the programming - the mind game- the poor self image - that I had believed ever since I was a child of about 4 years old. It is also what society believed and over the years society never taught me that it wasn't true.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR US TO TEACH ALL CHILDREN YOUNG AND OLD THAT THEY CAN DO ANYTHING AND STOP TELLING OVERWEIGHT CHILDREN THAT THEY CAN'T DO THINGS BECAUSE OF THEIR WEIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just a side note about my run. I like to run on grass. It just feels better on my legs and knees. So when I got to the football practice field last night, the local high school football team was still practicing. So we took a walk for awhile waiting for their practice to finish. When we got back to the field these young guys were just finishing up running around the field. Many of them were making noises like they were going to vomit, coughing, and all sorts of complaining sounds. I thought to myself, gosh, I wonder how many times they ran around the field?
After I finished my run and was walking home, I passed one of the young guys and his coach coming out of the school. I couldn't help myself, I had to ask him, how many times did you run around that field just now at the end of practice? The young guy says 4 times. The coach said, NOT ENOUGH!!. I just smiled and said, I lost count at 17 times around. Both of them stopped, looked at me and said, that is awesome!! Way to go!!! The coach even added fantastic. Keep it up. Gosh, I felt so validated. Honestly, it felt like I was a young teenage girl again finally getting recognition for my hard work.