Writer: Amanda Williams | I am a vegetarian. Well Pescatarian really, have been for 18 years.
I have high blood pressure. Its genetic. I’ve had it since I was 17 years old. I was my leanest weight at 17.
I am eternally optimistic. My glass has always been half full. The bright side of things comes naturally to me, so much so that sometimes it feels divine.
I am inertly depressed. I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts and anxiety all of my life.
I am smart. I have an MBA. I am smart in the way of people and environments. Smart like a leader.
I am mediocre at analytics and data. Numbers conjure feelings of dyslexic frustrations. I often kick myself over my imperfections.
I am funny, in a corny kind of way. When I laugh – like truly laugh- my laugh causes others to domino into hysterics.
I am serious. Maybe literal is a better word. I sometimes take things too literally.
I am active. I swim laps for an hour several times a week. I’m not the best. I’m not fast but I am dedicated.
I’m addicted to sleep. It’s my favorite activity and sometimes it can result in laziness.
You probably saw it by now, there’s an article on Facebook about what Thin Privilege looks like. The pictures is of a girl of average size who ate the Big Tower of Meat and made it on the wall of fame at some restaurant. The comments in her photo were both enthusiastic and envious, she was even called “Wife Material and Sexy.” While another picture is of another girl who is fat. She is enjoying her day at the beach wearing a swimsuit. The comments in her photo were disrespectful and ugly, she was called “a whale and a POS”. How did these people come to those conclusions? Because of what they look like? Because one is skinny and one is fat?
The list above, the one that might be describing your mom, your sister or even your best friend is a rather intimate description of myself. On the outside, I am fat. But did you know that I love my vegetables? Or that I swim laps every single week? And it might surprise you that despite high blood pressure -that is managed with a medication- my physicals are normal every. single. year.
At the end of the day, I think this is a great example as to why and how you can’t judge a book by its cover. God forbid, the average sized girl develops heart disease yet remains skinny….will she still be “wife material and sexy”!? Or even worse, what if the fat girl- exercises every day but remains a little on the chubby size for the rest of her life. How can it abide that “it’s her fault for being fat?” Medical condition or not – this specific little girl suffers from a metabolic condition and she was born with a hip dysplasia- no person is worth this blind and baseless interpretation. The story of others is neither ours to narrate or illustrate. The way we look on the outside is only a piece of what and who we are.