Back in the day, I dreaded entering big rooms like this. I always felt like a fish out of water. Sure, my hair would be tight and my clothes neatly pressed as I entered but the confidence still wasn’t there.
I was reasonably intelligent, had a decent vocabulary thanks to my professors at Va Tech (go Hokies!), could keep up a conversation about sports, and always had an opinion but I still had issues with these types of settings. The “weight” I was carrying made the entrance especially intimidating.
It wasn’t so much that the extra 100 pounds that I was carrying was the problem. It was how I FELT about the extra weight that was my undoing. I felt like I had a scarlet letter on my back and it affected how I entered the room, who I tried to converse with, and how long I stayed.
Everyone has vices and imperfections, but not all are tangible or visible. A woman who cheats on her husband, has a bad temper, or is a nag cannot easily be distinguished from one who does not until you spend some time with her. A woman who is overweight or obese walks around with a scarlet letter over her head. Regardless of her true condition, the dialogue in our culture is often that she is lazy, less competent and lacking in self-discipline. Everyone sees her problem and judges the root cause, but no one knows her story or sees her struggle.
So as I watch women enter the room, I wonder if any feel as I did?
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