It’s an easy fix yeah? A scale is cheap, the internet is free and endless, and if I can just assign a number or… value… to my meals, that will make it make sense. Maybe then I can feel like I have it all together. Or that I’m not drowning in self doubt and overwhelm.
Or maybe it’s not even that. Maybe it’s just this constant sense of pressure to keep up with the standard you’ve set yourself. Perhaps you have adopted expectations of yourself with no traceable origins. Just floating voices in your head, whispering ‘be smaller’ ‘not enough’.
But let me ask you a question. A gentle question filled with so so much love. Who really benefits?
At the end of the day, who really benefits from you spending half your life(if not more) being preoccupied with the pursuit of being smaller? Is it you?
Or is it the institutions that make billions of dollars off of our not good enoughness. Is it the men who are sneakily making our rights less of a priority, and funneling the narrative that skinny is the most important thing a woman can be, to distract us from the real issues ?
We can’t rebel if we are starving… or distracted.
We can’t girl boss if we aren’t nourished (with more than dry chicken)
And no amount of protein(whether you weigh it or not) is going to fill the gap in your soul.
Don’t believe me? That’s okay. I’m in no rush. Your worth is always there. Intrinsic, unmoveable and patiently waiting for you to see and embrace her.