Some people some times
would rather die than tell you their weight.
I worked in Alaska helping tourists on and off helicopters
to tour glaciers
part of my job was to ask people’s weight
cause helicopters are sensitive things
we are truly not supposed to fly like that
so it’s very important to get the right weight distribution to ensure we don’t crash and die
we’d explain this to the tourists before asking them quietly for their weight
and still people would lie
I remember asking this one woman who was 400 pounds easily
she tells me she’s 120 pounds
I ask her again
smiling, reminding her the grave reason it is so important for her to tell us her true weight
“Well, I had just a salad for lunch, so, I’d say I’m about to 120 pounds,” she says.
“Ma’am, if the helicopter is even fifty pounds overweight it is very dangerous. If we are over 300 pounds overweight we are sure to crash and die meaning you will die, your husband will die, your kids will die, and me and Bob the pilot will die, madam, please, it is crucial you be as accurate as possible, how much do you weigh?”
“I told you! 120 pounds!”
Why is it more embarrassing to expose an out of shape body
than an out of shape soul?
Your body is your business until its weight can crush mine own
and you would rather die than admit a secret that most of us can guess at:
you have a weight issue
and the issue is not that you are obese
the issue is that you lie about it putting five other people’s lives at risk
so, I put her down for 400 pounds
trusting my eyes above her words
hoping we could fly above this lie and our world
without crashing so low as to hide our weight
the weight of the world weighs in this woman’s gut
when the physical far outweighs the metaphysical.