Once upon a time, as children, summer represented freedom,
didn’t it? We looked forward to being sprung from school for those glorious
three months of fun, sun and play. Once upon a time, I wore my navy blue
swimsuit with white footprints on it, never once preoccupied that I was too fat
to wear it.
But then something changed. We started to change. Growing
up, in various ways, was not for the faint of heart. As we entered adolescence,
all of a sudden, summer started to take on a different tone. As responsibility
increased and adulthood loomed large on the horizon, we started to focus more
on less fun things: summer jobs, preparation for college and, especially if you
were female, conforming a rapidly changing female physique into a thin and
acceptable enough one, at least, according to swimsuit criteria, anyway. Now,
the navy swimsuit attired little girl changed into an overweight teenager who’d
never be caught dead in a swimsuit. Now I believed I was too fat for anything
of the sort. Now I spent each summer devising a different, revolutionary and
transforming diet which would help me lose that unwanted weight and fix me,
once and for all. And I wasn’t the only one in similar pursuits, was I?
Indeed, as adolescents and as young adults, a lot of us
started looking for escape and comfort from the pressure of our increasingly
complicated, high stress lives. Enter addictions, compulsions and disorders.
Suddenly, coping becomes the answer, via drugs, alcohol, food, diets, eating
disorders and all types of external promises of hope and happiness. You may
have never dieted or developed and eating disorder, but you probably have
sought out some release valve to endure the pressures, pain and stress of your
life, right?
The summer season focuses a lot on the body. Starting as
early as January and February, fashion and health magazines seem to contain all
kind of articles promising “makeovers,” “new bikini bodies” and “the perfect
diet plan” to ensure losing that dreaded winter weight. And summer is all about
skimpy swimsuits, revealing clothes, prom/pageant dresses and, brides and
bridesmaids to be, let’s not forget that end all, be all event, known as the
summer wedding!
I know I sure couldn’t forget that event myself; an excerpt
from my book, “Thin Enough: My Spiritual Journey Through the Living Death of an
Eating Disorder” illustrates my own descent into madness, only to discover the
answer was not found in my thin bridesmaid frame.
“... One of my 'goals' was fitting into a
bridesmaid dress for my cousin’s wedding. She asked me in March to be a
bridesmaid in her summer wedding... I really started obsessing the two
weeks prior to the wedding. Looking back on my diary entries, I wrote a
repetitive string of comments like, 'I’m not going to eat today or tomorrow,'
and 'I can’t blow it now. I’m so close...'
... The
August wedding eventually came and proved to be both anti-climactic and tense.
The build up, the hype, the 'end-all, be-all' quality I had attached to it was
replaced with a disappointing reality... I tried on the dress and
discovered that’s all it was—just a dress.
Yes, it was hanging on me, but it
didn’t really mean anything anymore. I was too exhausted for it to mean
anything to me...
...All
day, I got double-takes and felt constant stares. Family and guests at the
wedding, one by one, stared just a little too long, making me uncomfortable.
Here I was, my whole life craving attention, but not this! People stammered
things like, 'Sheryle, you look, pretty' and 'My, you’re thin. I didn’t
recognize you...'
... It
was a long day. I focused most of my concentration on just staying vertical and
not fainting. I had accomplished my goal; I was skinny for this wedding. I was
just too exhausted and hollow to enjoy it.”
A frequently used phrase, both in and outside of Christian
circles, has been that of “the body is a temple.” Most recently, in the diet
and fitness arena, it’s taken on even greater prominence, as emphasis on
maintenance and lifestyle, including the upkeep of physical attractiveness,
seems to be of the utmost importance. So, temple it is! We concentrate on the
outward structure.
But we miss the point of the temple, the sacred point. A
temple is not simply a building. It is a place in which God’s Spirit resides.
“Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that
God's Spirit lives in you?”
1 Corinthians 3:16
So, we would do well to take care of that structure, not
simply because we want it to look pretty, but because each one of us is
entrusted with such a great and honorable responsibility and opportunity. God
has chosen you; God has chosen me. How will we respond?
It’s shortsighted and harmful to only look to the quick fix,
whether that be the crash diet or the addictive substance we designate to be
our “solution.” Only God is meant to be that.
This summer, as we lighten up in our summer wear and become
more body conscious, let’s remember that our bodies and not merely “things.”
They are precious vessels; let’s treat them as such. That may mean eating
healthier, exercising and seeking and maintaining professional treatment and
programs. But is also means viewing ourselves as the incredible spiritual beings
God has called each of us to be.
“What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy
Ghost which is in you, which ye
have of God, and ye are not your own? For ye are bought with a price:
therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's.”
1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Let’s think of that as we view summer!
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