Five months ago, I gave birth to a beautiful caramel-complexioned baby boy. I tried everything from oils to cocoa butter and any thing I could find to prevent stretch marks from staining my body. I have always received compliments on being beautiful. Deep inside I struggled with my weight and insecurities about being fat.
I joined the military after high school. This was the first time I ever had to run a mile and a half under fifteen minutes. I was stressed out because I was overweight, and I never had to exercise this much in my life. I saw everyone around me running extremely fast. I was struggling to keep up the pace. In my mind, I was already defeated.
I had to pass the running test to graduate. I already failed it twice.
I came to the conclusion that the only thing holding me back from running the mile and a half was myself. I knew to run the race I just had to push myself and endure to the end. It was no longer about my weight.
Do you realize how hard it was for a “fat girl” like me to keep going and not give up? Physically, I was ready to give in, but mentally I was determined to win. The next time we trained, I gave it my all. In a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize. I was determined to run in such a way as to get the prize.
Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like giving up? No matter how much cream I used to prevent the stretch marks from coming onto my belly, I still ended up with Tiger scar marks. And you know what? That is alright with me. When I look at my son, the last thing I am concerned about is my fat belly. I thank God that my body is healthy enough to produce a baby. Who cares about how much I weigh? My son loves me, and my husband tells me that I am beautiful. I have fought an excellent fight, experienced labor pains, and now I get to enjoy my prize!
I did pass my test and I graduated from basic training. I went from a size 13 to a size 9. At first that was a really big deal to me. Now that I have had my baby, I am back to a size 13. I know there is someone out there who is running a similar race. I am here to encourage you to keep going.
Remember the fastest runner doesn’t always win the race, and the strongest warrior doesn’t always win the battle. The wise sometimes go hungry, and the skillful are not necessarily wealthy. And those who are educated don’t always lead successful lives. Continue to fight the good fight and endure to the end. Keep running and get your prize!