I’ve received plenty of lectures armed with cherry-picked verses.A Christian’s body is the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians ).It feels like things should be different in the church.Markers of spiritual maturity, like depth of character or willingness to serve, should trump my above-average BMI, but rarely is that the case.
With the surplus of godly, talented, accomplished Christian women, men can afford to be pickier, holding tightly to standards of physical attraction, sense of humor, similar interests, all the way to taste in coffee. Here’s why we chose to give birth to black triplets.] And if you are overweight, you can’t remain that way.Whether we admit it or not, physical attraction plays a large role in paving the way for love.We don’t like to look closely at this fact, especially inside the walls of the church where we hope to find less superficial dating criteria than one’s pant size, but the surplus of single, godly, intelligent plus-size women speaks to reality.Only with those who consume three slices of pizza at Bible study and weigh significantly more than a chart demands can we assume gluttony is the secret sin. And yet these factors are rarely considered when a well-meaning friend sends me a link to the latest fad diet or a man avoids my eye as he announces to the waitress that no, we won’t be dessert.[Not what I expected from my interfaith marriage: One teen is Christian, the other Jewish] Often I think others identify me by three adjectives, and always in this order: fat, single, Christian.People assume I should be actively working toward finding a husband, an exhausting process that leaves me feeling rejected and judged as a result of my weight, or I should be working to lose weight in order to make myself a more appealing option.