I See You

I started going back to the gym this week.  I went to a class Monday morning where my friend, Janet, and I were the two youngest ones there.  Those "old" ladies kicked my hind end.  Yesterday I went to another class....Cardio-Dance....where I clearly showed just how uncoordinated I really am.  Sad.  That's where I saw her.  Last row.  Back of the class.  In the corner.  Quiet.  Shy.  Didn't look at one person in the eye.  I saw her though.  She was young.  Pretty.  But.....very heavy.  I can honestly say I have fought my weight my entire life.  But I have not reached over 200 pounds.  This sweet girl was closer to 300.  But there she was.  Trying.  Working the whole weight thing out.  Literally.  Funny thing is....I know how she feels.  I often want to go unnoticed.  You often here people say things like....she would be so pretty if she wasn't so big...or...look at that big ole girl...or...wow, now that's fat.  Yes, people are that cruel.  People??  I, too, am guilty of saying things like that.  If not about someones weight then about something else.  Look, at their raggedy clothes, look at that filthy house, look at that dirty baby....blah, blah, blah.  I look at a lot but do I see?  That dirty baby?  Maybe mama was just wore out from no sleep and had to rush out to take care of something and just didn't wash her toddlers face and hands.  I have given many a spit bath in my day and gotten some too!  Ragged clothes?  Better than none.  I need to see more and look less.  I need to listen more and hear less.  I need to speak more and talk less.  So ....sweet girl in the back corner....I see you.  I see your struggle. I see your pain.  And I see you trying.  Good for you.