I am going to start a continuing blog topic called, “Excess Baggage” and every time you see that posting, you will know that I am about to confess something about myself. With that, I’ll give you the scoop into a little more about the inner workings of Nancy Schuessler. I have a very good friend that shared in my struggle with weight. We became really close when I was about 25 years old. I’m not sure if it was the unspoken camaraderie in our shared love/obsession with food, or if it simply began with our sheer love for life. We were joined at the hip for a few years.
Now, I do need to tell you that, other than our size, we look NOTHING alike. Again…NOTHING! My hair is blonde; hers is dark. My eyes are green; hers are brown. She has plump lips; mine are scrawny. My hair is as flat as a pancake; hers is curly. She has a more prominent nose; mine is like a button. Are you catching my drift? Before I had my son, we would spend tons of time together – shopping, eating, coffee chats, etc.
I remember the first time someone asked us if we were twins, we laughed and thought it was ridiculous that someone actually thought we looked identical. It wasn’t until everywhere we went, we were waiting for the next person to pose that question to us as well. Over dinner one night, we decided that the next person to ask us if we were twins would get as ridiculous a response as their question. We had planned to say, "Well, WHY YES, WE ARE!”
That weekend, we stopped in at a new restaurant in our area. We walked up to get a table and to our unexpected surprise, we were promptly asked if we were related and NOT if we wanted a seat! I looked at her and she looked at me and in unison, as twins would likely do, responded, “YES!”
The fact that people asked us if we were twins became less humorous and more hurtful. We looked nothing alike, yet people insisted that we did. Both of our faces were round, yet each had totally different features, making us unique and different. Our bodies were also round and it became more clear that people did not truly look past the shape of our bodies. It’s hard when you walk through the mall or down the street or into a restaurant and you feel as though people in an effort to not stare, intentionally look away.
I noticed that and it hurt. I am uniquely and wonderfully created with a design and blueprint that only I possess, yet those that did not know me, couldn’t look past my outward appearance. When I talk about renovating your brain, one way in which we have to do that is by – literally and figuratively – getting the "junk out of our trunks." The hurt I felt for so many years as people would intentionally not look in my direction affected me deeply. We all are searching for someone to love us, to reach into our souls and to see us for who we really are. Whether you struggle with weight or not, that feeling is quite human. I needed to realize that my validation and self worth could not come from how other people perceived me. I am uniquely made with a design of my own and I celebrate!
I am exactly who God made me to be and my worth comes from Him. He knows my inner heart and looks deep into my eyes to see my soul. I hope all of you reading this, my new friends, know and believe that you are special even if you feel like people don’t REALLY look at you. Find the strength to get the excess junk out of your trunk!
Remember, we are on a journey, and we don’t want any excess baggage slowing us down!