While playing on Facebook this morning, I noticed that a fellow blogger, journalist for the Palm Beach Post , and a friend who I know slightly in real life, but mostly through Facebook, blogs and emails , Leslie Gray Streeter had posted a link to your now infamous article.
Just last night in my “life of love” group this bible verse was brought up.
A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control. (Prov 29:11)
I obviously didn’t retain that. Or represent a “life of love”. So, I vented, and I foolishly wrote you an open letter. I was so proud of myself. I had said most of what I wanted to say while trying not to attack you personally. “You” became that voice in my head that told me I was fat an ugly and disgusting my whole life, and I finally had “your” email address. I had finally told off the girl who always picked on me, the voice that never left me. I was even interviewed for The Palm Beach Post. My friends rallied around me.
They told me how beautiful I am.
They told me I was a great writer.
They told me I was witty.
They told me I was snarky.
Then, I was told I was mean. (I did say I would hug you if I didn’t want to strangle you. Ouch.)
Much to my surprise, you responded personally, in humility. You told me I was right. And very few times have I ever felt so very wrong. We have since exchanged several emails. You told me of people who have told you to go hang yourself. How sad you are and how you have spent your time today responding personally to most emails. As of this letter, you have over 2,200 comments, on the Marie Claire site alone. That is one heck of a bad day for you. I didn’t see that. I needed to be heard. I kicked you while you were down, and snidely offered you calorie-free humble pie.
I have apologized to you privately, and would now like to do it publicly.
I am sorry. I was wrong. I was the jerk, and hypocrite. I have contacted Leslie and tried to unring my bell. Telling her that I am your advocate, and you are not my enemy. I have forwarded her our correspondence so she could also see a glimpse of the repentant you, and the true foolish me. I have responded to comments telling them, I was wrong.
I realized that it’s easy for us to write about someone not realize that we are talking about an actual person, whether a fattie , or a journalist who wrote a brutally honest blog.
Thank you for extending me the grace that I did not extend to you.
I need to take my own advice. Think twice, write once.
A confident, beautiful, strong, not always so friendly ”fattie” who is eating some humble pie.