Why We all Need a BFF
It was an innocent question. In fact I meant it as a rhetorical question but got an answer anyway. It was 1980, in the basement of WMU Hall at OBU. Another "snarf-fest," compliments of the student government association. Around a hundred freshmen girls gorging themselves on ice-cream and wondering why they couldn’t loose weight. I was one of the major gorgers. In front of me was a girl in her 80’s short-shorts who had an epidemic case of thunder-thighouses. Bless her heart, she also was coming down with a nasty case of cellulite to boot. So I learned over to my BFF of the past eighteen years and asked, “My thighs don’t look that bad, do they?” I was all prepared for, “Oh, no, no way” when she solemnly nodded yes.Major wake-up call. She was right. My freshman year in college I had been an overachiever.
Whereas most girls get the freshman fifteen I excelled and achieved the freshmen thirty. I liked food and it was everywhere. I think I gained the most because Baptists don’t dance, don’t drink and don’t – well you know - so that only left one outlet at social events and that was eating.Thanks to my friend’s honesty I changed my habits and over the next three years lost the weight. It was honesty I needed, not a polite lie or I would soon have had fifty extra pounds to get rid of.
We all need to have a BFF that will tell us the truth. Not to be mean. Most mean comments aren’t the truth. We all need that one person who will, without malice, tell us when we have a design flaw whether physical or mental that needs to change. As I said, we sometimes need a wakeup call.
Click here to find Murder Goes to Church, a mystery we whole-heartedly recommend, written by Denise and sold on Amazon.
Whereas most girls get the freshman fifteen I excelled and achieved the freshmen thirty. I liked food and it was everywhere. I think I gained the most because Baptists don’t dance, don’t drink and don’t – well you know - so that only left one outlet at social events and that was eating.Thanks to my friend’s honesty I changed my habits and over the next three years lost the weight. It was honesty I needed, not a polite lie or I would soon have had fifty extra pounds to get rid of.
We all need to have a BFF that will tell us the truth. Not to be mean. Most mean comments aren’t the truth. We all need that one person who will, without malice, tell us when we have a design flaw whether physical or mental that needs to change. As I said, we sometimes need a wakeup call.
Click here to find Murder Goes to Church, a mystery we whole-heartedly recommend, written by Denise and sold on Amazon.
