"You are so tall, like an Amazon woman!"
"I am not sure if they sell clothes in your size, but we should be able to find something super cute."
"If you lost about 25 pounds you would be gorgeous."
"I can't date you, you are exactly as tall as I am."
"You should join Beach Body/Drink Plexus/ Join my gym/Really Focus on Walking and Swimming/ Avoid Carbs /Go Keto."
My name is Kelli J Gavin. I am 42 years old. I have been 5'10" since I was 12 years old and I am a plus size woman. All of the quotes above have been said to my face by others. And I have probably heard another thousand comments about my appearance, stature and size.
|About 8 years old with my baby cousin|
I became very aware at a young age that I wasn't the most attractive child. What I didn't possess in looks I made up for in personality. Exuding confidence, I began singing and performing which made me feel like I was amazing. Big hair, often with a bad perm, the big glasses showed up around 3rd grade and lasted until I was 13 in 8th grade. The summer before 9th grade, I met a boy, and then the glasses were only used for class and watching tv at home. I grew my hair out and started dressing better.
|Back, row, 2nd from right.|
By the time I entered high school, I discovered drama and plays in addition to singing. I was very involved in my church youth group and enjoyed a great group of tight friends. I was often busy with after school activities and occasional dates, parties and get together's. I overheard one morning a conversation between two girls in the bathroom at school. "She is just so tall. She is bigger to, isn't she? It is a good thing she can sing and she is nice, otherwise no one would pay any attention to her." The other girl said, "Kelli is I guess a fat girl trying not to look fat." They both giggled and left the restroom. I stayed in that stall frozen. What? I knew I was tall, I knew I was nearing plus size, but I thought that was just me and didn't involve anyone else. Did other people talk about me? Did people think I was overweight? Fat?
I went home and talked with my mom. I cried talking with her even though I didn't want to. My mom had always carried extra weight on her. She was a lot shorter than I was and never had to deal with comments about being an Amazon woman. She said, "Never let the words of others become the truth about yourself that you believe. You are perfectly and wonderfully made. You are tall and beautiful and are becoming a real woman. Real women have curves. Real women don't worry about what other people think. Real women are few and far between. Be the leader of other real woman. Not a follower of the little girls." I know that everything that my mother said, she said out of love and personal first hand knowledge. But when she said it, I became even more aware of the fact that I was very different from the other perfect, small, very blond girls. And I wasn't yet at a stage where I wanted to be different. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to blend in.
|Left, with my mom and sister.|
|Freshman year of college|
When I applied for a position at a financial institution, I was told, that my appearance would be a great deterrent for "customers" with shady motives. Was I a scary person? Did my height overwhelm or intimidate people?
My husband and I are exactly the same height. I wore flats at my wedding so that I wouldn't be taller in the wedding pictures. Numerous people commented on my shoes. I thought they were beautiful. Cream with hand sewn pearls and perfectly pointed toes. "Oh, look at your shoes. So nice!" "Perfect shoe choice." The comments weren't really compliments at all. They were back handed comments about the fact that I was wearing flats, as not to appear too tall.
|My wedding day with my mom and sister.|
All these years later, and all the odd comments I have received in my lifetime, I have come to one realization. Size does matter. The height of a woman. The size of a woman. It matters. Not too big. Not too small. Just right in the middle. If you are too small, you have an eating disorder. If you are too big, you must over indulge and have eating issues. If you are tall, you are intimidating. If you are short, you must be young or have a need to be taken care of. What? Where did these ideas come from? They absolutely weren't from women.
Women just want to exist. We don't want to be judged. We don't want to have to worry that all the eyes in a room are on us, judging us. Deciding if we are too big or too small. If we are strong or weak. If we have an imposing stature or demeanor. We don't want others to form opinions about us based on appearance.
Yes, I enjoy clothes and makeup and I want my hair to have more good days than bad. I wouldn't describe myself as beautiful, but age has been kind to me. I do not want to judged positively or negatively based on my physical appearance. When people see me, really see me, I want them to see my heart. I want them to see my love for others. How I care so much sometimes until it hurts. I want them to see that I love my kids, my husband, my friends and family. That I have a great work ethic, that I don't give up and that I am able to always see what is good in every situation. I want them to see that I am enthralled with what life still has in store for me. I want them to know that what they think about me doesn't matter. Because I know who I am. I am a woman who loves the Lord and her family. I am a woman who is confident and doesn't rely on the perceptions of others to make up my identity, my value.
|Me at 42|
Size does matter in our world today. But I don't plan on giving it any more worth than necessary. It might be because confidence sneaked in at an early age. I have shared that confidence with my 11 year old daughter. She is going to need it someday. The world is a harsh place to dwell when size matters more than it should.
|Loving my 40s|