Guess what?I'm fat.
Shocking, I know.
I've been walking around in this body
In its various weights and sizes for years.
It's really no secret to me.
I'm not saying I like it.
But I know it.
So when you, you skinny little college student(s) look at me
And can't even smile back at me or manage to say hello to me
When we're passing each other on campus
On our CHRISTIAN campus.
I pray for you.
Because I'm assuming that you must have something really troubling or distracting going on in your life
That prevents you from smiling at fellow Christian.
You know, the fat Christian that makes sure your ID is printed and programmed when you come to school
The fat Christian that makes sure you can get your meals and into your housing 24 hours a day.
The fat Christian mom who prays for our campus everyday because she knows it's hard to be a young woman in the world today.
The fat Christian woman who was emotionally and physically and spiritually abused and had to find a way to deal with her pain while still providing for family by working for you.
The fat Christian that knows that every person that walks on our campus, every person that walks on this earth has a story...that is unique to him or her, and influences his/her responses to life.
I'm going to keep smiling at you, and saying hello, because I'm hoping that hearing that from one person, whether she is fat or not, will let you know that someone is thinking about you, and praying for you.
