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Perfection Unfolding

This is Hiero, my grandson, who know zip about today’s topic. I hope he never does.

I always do a lot of Google research when I write articles for this website to be certain the keywords are optimized so that more of you can find the site or the blog. For today’s topic, I was amazed that the numbers of occurrences for size acceptance and self acceptance were quite similar, and in fact, self acceptance had more hits than size.  That’s a wonderful omen!  There’s hope for the women of America.

If I stand before a mirror and I judge my acceptability by my size (regardless of what it looks like, or what shape it is in) there is a chance that I might simultaneously reject my self. The main point I’d like to make here is that you can accept your Self whether your size is acceptable to you or not.  I think the best thing to do is to accept them both, as in, right now. If you can embrace both of them, I think from that place of loving acceptance, you can take the steps necessary to refine either your size or your concept of self.

If you accept neither, it’s really hard to implement change.

Today, at the encouragement of Lisa Bonnice, I am thinking about “How is holding on to fat helping me?  How is fat being my friend?” because I’ve plateaued.  :(  Although I don’t like plateaus, I know they happen for a good reason and I’m going to find out why.  I know there’s a pony in here somewhere.

Love,

Pat

It’s been interesting to observe people cringe when I say the word fat. It’s funny, because when thin people say the word, the reaction is completely different. When I say it, there is this reaction like “Oh, no, you’re not fat!  I never thought of you that way.  I never saw you as fat.” When non-fat people say it, it’s generally a point of derision, blame, or humor.  Hummm?  Now what makes that difference, do you suppose?

It’s negative judgment, IMHO.  Fat is simply not okay in this world of ours.  Here’s a story to illustrate:  I once worked at McDonnell Douglas Aircraft company.  I was a data entry clerk in a room with about 40 other data entry clerks.  One day, a systems analyst was working on my broken computer, and as he worked, he and I were chatting.  I have no clue what the talk was about all these years later.  But I do remember the surprised look on his face at an answer I gave him.  He looked up from under my desk and he said “My God, you’re smart!”

What that remark told me was that I had been judged “fat” and dismissed in his mind, but that my words to him snapped him back to reality and forced him to re-think his conclusion.

Have you been there? Heard that? Don’t take it personally.  Their consensus is not about you; it’s about them and their short-sighted go-by-appearances judgment, and in my opinion, they lose.

That’s the kind of story you’ll find in my book “My Cats Have Seen Me Naked” here.

With love,

Pat Matson

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Helping the world’s obese women find

their voices, self-acceptance, and self-love