To The Fatty Running On The Track This Afternoon: I Really Hope You Read This.
When a Facebook post begins by calling someone a “fatty,” one would assume that what is to follow are some harsh, scathing comments. Instead, a Facebook member posted this post on Facebook that was simply inspiring (even though the beginning started out negatively).
“To the fatty running on the track this afternoon…”
“You, whose feet barely lift off the ground as you trudge around the track. You, who keeps to the outside lane, footslogging in the wrong direction. You, who stops for water breaks every lap, and who would probably stop twice a lap if there were bleachers on both sides. You, whose gaze drops to your feet every time we pass. You, whose sweat drenches your body after you leave, completing only a single, 20-minute mile…”
The post starts off quite condescending, just plain old mean. Then,it shifts. What happens next, I never saw it coming:
“There’s something you should know: You f**ing rock.
“Every shallow step you take, you carry the weight of more than two of me, clinging to your bones, begging to be shaken off.
“Each lap you run, you’re paying off the debt of another midnight snack, another dessert, another beer..
“It’s 20 degrees outside, but you haven’t let that stop your regimen.
“This isn’t your first day out here, and it certainly won’t be your last. You’ve started a journey that lasts a lifetime, and you’ve started it at least 12 days before your New Year’s resolution kicks in.
“You run without music, and I can only imagine the mantras running through your mind as you heave your ever-shrinking mass around the next lap. Let’s go, feet. Shut up, legs. F**k off, fat.
“If you’d only look up from your feet the next time we pass, you’d see my gaze has no condescension in it.
“I have nothing but respect for you. You’ve got this.”
Isn’t it better to motivate people less fortunate, rather than to judge them? Why not ppreciate that they are trying.“Don’t judge your beginning to someone else’s middle.” We are all different, that’s what makes the world go around.