She’s framed in a 5 inch square of tin and she wears a white twin set, the sweaters dating her at least 15 years earlier than today.
And she’s smiling, her arms long and lean, her left hand resting on her right arm and she wears a solitary emerald cut diamond set in platinum.
She’s a lady in waiting and in her little square, no one knows her heart’s deepest secrets or the way she knows the number of calories and fat grams in every single piece of food that passes her lips.
No one knows that she’s consumed with thoughts of food or that she weighs herself incessantly or that even as she’s smiling she’s worried that she won’t appear thin enough in the Sunday paper engagement spread.
She’s eat up with her lack of eating, and still she smiles.
I walk past her smile a dozen times a day and most days I miss that girl.
I miss her extra small tops and size 2 jeans and her handle on food.
But there are other days, when I pause to put things away in the drawers that rest beneath her, and I find myself compelled to shake the girl framed in tin.
I want to shake the smile off her face and push a scone across the table and tell her to eat it.
I want to tell her to stop wasting her years counting calories and grams of fat and live in the fullness of Christ.
And I want to tell her that in just a few short years, her perfect little body will give birth to 6 perfect babies, and SHE will be free.
As always, I am joining with a beautiful community of writers over at Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday where we all write, for 5 minutes flat, on a particular prompt. Today’s prompt is SHE. Join the rest of the community here?