When Words Hit Close to Home
While surfing the Internet the other day, I ran across this meme that really hit home. It brought back memories of something I recently witnessed first hand. I was out with some friends at a local establishment when a large group of girls walked through the front door.
At the time, it was like being in one of those old-fashioned western movies, where the bad guy walks into the bar and everyone in the place stops what they’re doing and looks. Only in this case, it wasn’t a bad guy – it was a group of overweight women.
There were probably about a dozen girls out celebrating a bachelorette party. The bride-to-be was dressed in white, and everyone else in black (why that’s now the ‘in thing’ I don’t know). Anyways, they sat only a few tables away from where we were sitting.
As they were walking about gathering up lone chairs for their group, I couldn’t believe the snickers and unfriendly comments I was hearing in the room. I’m assuming because they were all overweight. I have to tell you though, what I saw was nothing short of beautiful.
And it was blatantly obvious the girls couldn’t care less what others thought. The group carried themselves with poise and confidence. The night was all about having a good time – and that they did. It wasn’t long after they sat down that we struck up a conversation.
I noticed as the the night went on, more and more of the patrons in the place saw what we first did. They eventually got past the group’s ‘size’, and instead saw a group of confidence and beautiful women out having fun. It was then that I wondered about myself.
Being on the ‘fluffy’ side (as my Grandma used to say), I wondered if people said the same about me behind my back when I walked into a room? But thanks to how this group of women handled themselves, it made me realize, it really doesn’t matter.
The group I was with all said the same thing as we walked out to our cars to go home – what beautiful women. You could tell every single woman was very confidence in their own skin and with who they are. They didn’t care what anyone else thought.
Through all this, and by sharing the story with you, my hope is we can all become more like that group of women. As long as the doctor says I’m relatively healthy, I really don’t care what other people think about me being overweight. I am who I am.
I’m assuming the wedding has since taken place – and I can only imagine what kind of fun was had. If they had only half the fun that they did the night our paths crossed, I would’ve given anything for an invite!