Little Birdie

Monolith:

1. an obelisk, column, large statue, etc., formed of a single block of stone.
2. a single block or piece of stone of considerable size, esp. when used in architecture or sculpture.
3. something having a uniform, massive, redoubtable, or inflexible quality or character.

Synonyms: Dancing Kathy. See also “ungraceful, lumbering clod”

I’m not looking for someone to say “awww, that’s not true.” It is true. I have no formal training. I am obese. I am built for boxing someone out under the goal and going back up for two.

I’m not saying obesity is a prerequesite for ungracefulness. I know plenty of very graceful people that are also obese. Even cows are very graceful-watch them sometime. Elephants sway back and forth effortlessly. Even if I were thin, I would still walk like a linebacker and stand like…well, a monolith.

It’s okay. I love to dance. I’m just trying to be matter-of-fact about my physical situation. I’ve never felt like a graceful person, except when I’m going in for a layup. But God is releasing something in me when I use my body to worship Him with dance. The very act of putting aside my pride (which wears a mask of self-consciousness most of the time), and just moving my body, glorifies God the way singing or banging a drum never will. It’s brand new to me. I am totally inexperienced, a blank slate, no expectations of form, no concept of how anything is supposed to look…it’s very liberating.

I need to get over myself more often

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