Thankful for a Big Rear by Teasi Cannon
One day not
long ago I was sweeping my kitchen floor in the near trance-like state of La La
Land, when I was jolted to my senses by the precious voice of my 4-year-old
nephew saying, “Aunt Teasi, you have a vahwee (very) big butt.”
I set my
broom aside, smoothed my shirt, and calmly turned to face him. Bright-eyed and curly-haired, he stood –
completely oblivious to the fact that he had said the words no woman ever wants
to hear. And then I let him have
it. I bent down, coming only inches away
from his little round face, and said, “Why…thank you!” Then I smiled big, stood to grab my broom,
and returned unscathed to the task at hand.
A few years
ago those innocently spoken words would have completely obliterated me, and
rather than a thank you, might have
actually incited an immature come-back such as: “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re short and you talk funny.”
But now, to
the glory of God, moments like that are reminders to me that the miraculous has
happened: I no longer hate my body (especially my back side); in fact, it has
become one of the biggest blessings in my life.
Like most
women (really every woman I’ve ever met), I lived years literally disgusted
with what I saw in the mirror. The territory
between my ears felt like nothing short of a war zone, with battles being
fought everywhere: the bathroom, the grocery store, the bedroom, even
church. I could never silence the ambush-ready
community of inner critics (those hurtful thoughts we all think) that called my
head home. And I missed out on so much: parties I
refused to attend because my pants were too tight, dates with my husband
because of a few gained pounds, quality time with my kids. I know I’m not alone in this.
We women
have been lied to for years. We’ve been
told that our value – our very right to be seen and celebrated - is determined
by our waist-to-hip ratio or the proportions of our facial features, and that’s
just not true. Our value is determined
by the only One who really knows it: our God.
After
hitting my head hard on the floor of my personal pit of despair, I slowly began
my journey toward believing that. One
inch at a time of healing, truth, and righteous anger led me to a life-saving
realization: All those years I was desperate to change how I looked, God was
desperate to change how I see. And He
did.
Truth is, if
God can make a prostitute the great grandmother of the Messiah, turn water into
wine, and make blind men see; don’t you think He can turn a big bottom – or a
big nose - or bird-thin legs – or whatever it is you hate – into a
blessing. He did it for me, and I’m so
ridiculously happy about the journey that I wrote a book about it.
Check out Teasi Cannon's Interview about My Big Bottom Blessing:
If you would like to purchase a copy of My Big Bottom Blessing check out the links below:
Barnes & Noble Book
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-big-bottom-blessing-teasi-cannon/1110782915?ean=9781617950766&itm=1&usri=my+big+bottom+blessing
Barnes & Noble Nook
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-big-bottom-blessing-teasi-cannon/1110782915?ean=9781617950919&itm=1&usri=my+big+bottom+blessing
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-big-bottom-blessing-teasi-cannon/1110782915?ean=9781617950919&itm=1&usri=my+big+bottom+blessing
Check back for my review soon!
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