Oh, remember the brief moment when The Tennessean ran a story that wasn’t ridiculously offensive about fat people? Yeah, well, fuck that shit. Today, they have a story about how being fat is so wrong that your church needs to preach against it. No, I am not even fucking kidding you.
If ever you need evidence that obesity is a moral issue, not a health issue, consider the fact that our local paper ran a story about how fat people are sinning against God.
Honestly, I had to sit through enough bullshit about how having a vagina meant that God only intended these limited rolls for me and how having a vagina meant that I was a little more sinful, just by nature, than regular folks, and a little more likely–if not vigilant–to lead other, good people, into sin. I get it, you know? God hates women.
I respect that most Christian women can do the mental work to separate Christians’ bullshit beliefs about women from God’s beliefs about women–bullshit or not–but I just couldn’t. It was easy enough to find Other Folks who were interested in me whose followers didn’t hate me because of the arrangement of my genitalia.
But this, man, this just hits me right in the gut (pun not intended). It’s not enough that I’m supposed to internalize that God has to try harder to love me–and therefore I have to constantly try harder to earn His love–because I’m a girl, now I’m supposed to internalize that God has to try harder to love me because I’m fat?
Well, don’t do me any favors, Dude.
Every once in a while, I admit, I get nostalgic, like maybe I could go to Jay Voorhees’ church and just enjoy it and not worry so much about what it all means or whether I’m in 100% agreement and I’d fit in and my parents would be happy.
And then something like this comes along…
And I am relieved, just bone-deep relieved, to have gotten out when I did.