my relationship with Her: lessons from my body
I have little snapshots that flash through my mind… Writing notes to a beloved friend asking her if I’m “fat” on our way to a youth camp, and her incredibly gracious response of “you just haven’t outgrown your baby fat.” (Even though I thought, “Who still has baby fat in the 8 th grade?”) Sunday, February 1, 2004, when I said no to bagels at coffee fellowship hour at church as I was starting the South Beach diet. Having the boy I was in love with in high school pick me up as part of the end of our show choir 50s music medley and flirting with an eating disorder to lose weight faster so I wouldn’t feel him straining to pick me up. Spending 2 hours at the gym Freshman year of college as many days as possible. Dieting before college graduation. Gaining 20 lbs during my year in Tulsa. Trying a new diet going into my second year of seminary. Gaining 15 lbs between graduating from seminary and starting in Williamsburg. Dropping weight. Gaining weight. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
