LOL at the yakking and barfing reviews on my journal yesterday regarding my breakfast choices. Too funny. Makes me feel like my menu belongs on 'fear factor'. I'd say y'all can consider yourself on your own for breakfast if you come visit but no worries. DH prefers the traditional's (oats, eggs, pancakes, or waffles) too so it's all good unless you consider the odor of my liver & onions at 6am too challenging. (Sorry Ev)
You all probably already know this but it's National Weight Stigma Awareness week. I was thinking about this while journaling and enjoying my birds this morning. The questions and comments I wrote certainly made me more aware of my own lingering prejudice and identified more 'stinking thinking' to be purged. Too bad I can't just show my brain sauerkraut and make it yak.
It began by observing how that lone Mourning Dove seems so comfortable with the flitty little sparrows instead of sticking 'to it's own'. I named it 'Rodney' (ala 'can't we all just get along?')
I won't bore you with every single thought I scribbled because I am sure if you're intrigued by humanizing of birds you can write your own dialogue too but I recognized a lot of typecasting in my thoughts. In my opinion the sparrows were the 'skinny popular mean girls' in school. I'm Rodney. I didn't have many friends in school, still don't have that many in real life. But that's more because of my time restraints than self image issues.
But then I wondered if maybe Rodney is just so self actualized it's comfortable anywhere with any size or species of birds. Maybe it doesn't know it's not a sparrow? Maybe it hasn't caught it's reflection in the water of the bird bath or window as it flew by or been made to feel bad about it's appearance because it didn't look like all the others on the fence? Maybe it hasn't had a flight-time of self hate because it's outer appearance didn't match the rest of the 'flock'.
Maybe Rodney is what I am totally trying to achieve: loving and accepting myself and feeling comfortable regardless of who, when or where.
At that point in my musings the universe stepped in. The sparrows flew away and Rodney sat, alone, statuesque and totally majestic in it's 'self'. And then it messed with me. Or spoke to me. However you choose to interpret it. First it squatted and slumped; then it stood tall and proud. I swear, Rodney looked like it'd lost weight. It was the bird version of a Jenny Craig commercial.
So what's the message? Love myself. Take pride in myself. Be happy with myself. And let the rest fall where it may.
Thank you for reading and viewing. The following is Rodney's JCC and a couple of new folks: some beautiful starlings. They're kind of doing a 'where's Waldo' on me blending into the background. I hope they will soon join Rodney and the sparrows on the fence.
Bella
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