As you read this incredibly thoughtful entry by Flintland, keep in mind that it need not be solely about running. Rather, the activity being pointed out can be anything you want, anything you need. Let it be more personal to you. I can’t tell you how many times in my life I’ve identified with the fat girl being written about here. And even if you can’t find it true to your own story, maybe it will speak to some insecure part of you or someone you love.
Hey Fat Girl,
Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy. You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make you cringe.
You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.
I’d love to hear your thoughts.