So I have to tell you about my dream and what God said to me. I’m still giggling!!
Let me preface it by saying there’s a blogger I love from my hometown. She is my age, she travels to dream destinations, owns a home on an island, with a boat, cooks and shares amazing meals, and lives in a house that should be in Southern Living, all while sharing her fashion, hair care, and skin care. She’s also tall, thin, blonde and beautiful, and looks like she’s stepping off a magazine cover. Do I sound jealous?
I have days I can feel disheartened by it all. I know I’m never going to be thin or look like a magazine cover or live in a big fancy house or be a fashionista and that’s okay. I live in tees and shorts mostly from Amazon, my UPS guy should stay for dinner. I don’t wear enough makeup because I don’t know what I’m doing, I need(ed) skincare like 30 years ago, and my cooking – I call fiascos that survive! I’m told often I just have to find my target audience … well, guess what, you’re it!! Bless your hearts. . And I love you for it.
So I go to sleep with this lady on my mind and I dream. Someone says ‘Girl, you’re not thin, fashionable, blonde, or any of that stuff. You’re just my plus size girl.’ NO LIE. I am taken aback as this conversation ensues but I wake up laughing. The first thought I had was,
“God, did you just call me plus size? Seriously?!” Hahahahaha.
I laid there a bit longer and could almost hear the words out loud…
I AM plus size in every way! Physically, I do need to lose about 25 pounds, but reality is I’ll never be thin and model-esque (or stop eating chocolate chip cookies).
I have jiggly thighs and a tummy that I can no longer excuse by saying I have three children (the youngest is 22).
I have upper arms that could wave down an airplane trying to land and calves that could hold up a 300 pound man.
The only things not plus-sized on my body are my butt and my boobs… thanks Mama.
BUT, BUT, BUTT… pardon the pun.
I also have a plus size heart bigger than Texas.
I have plus size compassion to the point I cry if you cry, I hurt if you hurt.
I have plus size kindness. I can’t stand cruelty, judgment, anything not nice to other people.
I have plus size creativity. I didn’t say follow through, I said creativity. LOL. I have tons of ideas ALL THE TIME.
I have plus size excitement and joy to the point I scare some people bouncing around a lot (poor B ).
I have plus size love for other people.
I have plus size belief in almost anything being possible, I just love believing in something and everyone until they prove I shouldn’t.
Sure, I have plus size days of doubt, fear, even sadness. But thankfully, the other big parts of me overpower those days eventually, and I pick my big calves up and move on.
Y’all, God told me to own being plus size, and strangely enough, I woke up loving hearing Him call me that!! I see a shirt, lol, God’s Plus-Sized Girl!
WOULDN’T IT BE KIND OF AMAZING if we all lived our big, full, plus-sized lives in all we do?! In living, giving, loving, kindness, joy?! I know a few people right now who I consider plus-sized souls and they make me smile just thinking about them!!! I want to be one of them!!!!
I’m still figuring out the sharing thing and one day, I may slap some moisturizer on that makes me look like Cindy Crawford, and if I do, I’m damn sure going to tell you about it! I may talk B into sleeping in a tree house, and if I do, I’m damn sure going to tell you about that too! I’m also going to share my not so beautiful days… they’re as much a part of me as watching the sunrise.
Love me or leave me or bear with me. I’ll be over here sharing my plus sized heart and maybe get some plus sized smiles (or even tears) out of you now and then.
Feel free to share with any ol’ skinny or plus size soul you want to!