I dream and even pray to be pretty, desirable and cherished. I want a world that is safe, trusting, where loving people are part of my community. Where children know where their parents are at all times and feel secure knowing they are needed and wanted. Parents love their children and care for their needs. The world where God is honored and human life respected.
Then I wake up from my dream and see the real me, a fat, old, white lady with a black mustache and gray eyebrows. There are times I forget the mirror and eat freely like others eat at the restaurant, only to suffer the weighted consequences. I push myself as I walk, get out of the chair, and obsess over low carb/sodium foods I can eat. I trudge through what feels like mud and slime when I try to walk and constantly wipe sweat from my face hoping I'm not offensive.
My body fat reminds me of the unjust and un-welcomed evil the world imposes. Hideous imposition constantly telling me, 'There is no use fighting, just hate like everyone else.' Hate in this world through such horrid reteric, 'My race is more worthy, my people is more important, my faith is right.' Like an unwelcomed suffocating prison of the fats and gore, we have violated the most Sacred of gifts: One Nation under God, Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.
Why didn't we pray, Honor God and Human Life?
About Me
- Anita Mullins Brown
- From NE Ohio, lived in Appalachia for 20 years, now in Eastern NC for 20 years.
