God doesn't think you're fat.

I've been spending excessive amounts of time on Pinterest, because Lord knows I don't have anything else to do. And I'm über inspired, primarily about food. But you know, other stuff, like making globes out of Playdoh or house decorating ideas, etc. It's pretty much the best site ever. EXCEPT: these crazy posts with half-dead women, labeled: thinspiration. Seriously? Quotes like,  "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels?" Bull. Lots of things taste better than skinny. I'm not anti-fitness. (well, I am, today, because I have to make these chocolate Pringles, but in general, no) I am, however, anti-fat-bashing and I am also anti-eating disorder.

I was a skinny kid. You never would have known it, because I spent my childhood in a plaid uniform. Those uniforms pretty much made us all look like postpartum 12 year olds. It was, in retrospect, probably an excellent form of birth control for a Christian school.

But I digress. The point is, I was always a twiggy little pointy-chinned kid. It wasn't until I had 1,453 children that I was granted hips and squishy places. And even now, I look thin(ish). I'd like to lose 5 pounds, but not bad enough to lay off the sweets. So I don't know the battle against obesity. I don't know what it's like to be heavy and to hate it and not be able to lose it. But I do know this. Plenty of "heavy" people are gorgeous. They don't even look right when they get skinny, because God made them curvy, and the starving and the mental anguish they go through to look like an American standard of beauty is just crap.

You are beautiful. Every one of us is beautiful. You want to change something, for yourself, fine. You want to change something for your health, great.  You want to change something because a spreadsheet in a marketing office somewhere says you're not okay, bull. It's a sales thing. Overweight is a dumb government standard. Be who you are, love who you are. It'll all change the next sales season, anyway. I'm waiting for the vintage look to come back around, with hips and thighs. You know, WOMEN.

If you're super-skinny, I'm not dogging on you, either. You are beautiful, too. That's my whole point. We come in assorted sizes. On purpose.

You're hot stuff. The Bible says so.

Psalm 139 13-18. What do you think God's thoughts are, about your body?

¹³ For you created my inmost being; 

   you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 

¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 

   your works are wonderful, 

   I know that full well. 

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you 

   when I was made in the secret place, 

   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body; 

   all the days ordained for me were written in your book 

   before one of them came to be. 

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a] God! 

   How vast is the sum of them! 

¹⁸ Were I to count them, 

   they would outnumber the grains of sand— 

   when I awake, I am still with you.