I once had a close friend confide in me that a boy I liked told her he could never date me, despite being “attracted to my personality,” because of my weight, because he was embarrassed by me.
It was my worst nightmare come true — that my personality does not offer enough redemption for my looks.
None of these things would be diminished because of my size, and yet none of them seem to matter because of my size.
It feels like things should be different in the church.
Markers of spiritual maturity, like depth of character or a willingness to serve, should trump my above average BMI, but very rarely is that the case.
I wish I could say this guy was in the minority, but we have to face facts: for men in the church, it’s a buyer’s market.
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 interest, or taste in coffee.