A Bit of Real Life, New York, Surreal

God made a 70-year-old call me fat: an essay

You big sillies. He did NOT. I’m wacky and all, but I don’t mess with the big man. Ehhh, fine, I do occasionally, but I make sure He knows I’m kidding. I won’t be the chick who’s so clever she winds up in purgatory, sitting on a rock and staring side-eyed at Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor, complaining how hot it is and asking where Chris Farley hid the snacks.

I digress. God is a part of the story, but then again, He’s not.

I got sick the winter of 2011, and put on a few pounds. I’m not one of those lucky women who gain weight evenly or maybe just in their booties, where it makes them more desirable. No, my genetics caused what I can only call the Six Month Up the Duff Effect. Hold on to that visual.

Aaaand ease into late August. I was about to turn 39, and urgently wanted to join one of my church’s supportive youth groups at its annual camp retreats upstate. I’d been laid off about a month before, and though I missed nothing about my job, I thought God might send some guidance my way if I were in a more naturalistic environment. I was also yearning for fellowship, and wished to find some post-recuperation peace and direction before I tackled another long winter in the city.  A few weeks later, I was on my way to Camp Iroquois Springs in Rock Hill. So was Hurricane Irene.


6 thoughts on “God made a 70-year-old call me fat: an essay”

  1. you didn’t buckle! YOU’RE STILL STANDING! and she’s right. you have to go back again and again for it to work :)

    i loved this story.


  2. Hey BSC
    Great story! Humorous and poignant. I love it. YOU’RE NOT A BUCKLER, YOU’RE NOT A BUCKLER, NO B FOR THE BSC, YIPPEE!!! : )


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