I think calling it a choice oversimplifies the matter....technically being fat is my choice, but it's not like I woke up one morning and decided to be fat. It's something that I've been battling (more or less) for most of my life. Of my four sisters, two of them happen to have a different mother, and those different genetics seem to make it easy for them to be thin. The two sisters who share my genetics more completely struggle with weight....does that sound like it's a choice? When I applied to BYU as a psychology major over 20 years ago, they sent me a copy of the psychology department's newsletter which had an article I have never forgotten. It was about a study with pregnant mice, the result was that when the pregnant mouse experienced stress (electrical shock), the babies were more likely to be gay. That doesn't sound like a choice to me, does it to you? Where the choice is then, is in how we live our lives, we are what we are, fat or gay or maybe alcoholic, or whatever....we must choose to either fight our natural instincts (the natural man) or give into it. Today I read this blog post by LZ Granderson, which reminded me that I've been thinking about writing this post for a long time so today is the day! I also like to read Josh Weed's blog. You should check it out. I grew up with three kids who all came out of the closet as adults and I was surprised by none of them...how would their lives be different if their parents had been as supportive as Josh's? I hope that all parents of gay children can follow their example.
So that's my soap box speech for today...hope you enjoyed it!
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