Repeat after me: You are so much more than the number on the scale. It’s something I’ve had to remind myself of lately. Between the pandemic weight and the last few pounds from that baby weight, I found myself obsessing over that number on the scale.
But here’s the thing, our bodies change over the years. Our lives change. I’m no longer 20-something with a fast metabolism to handle the 2am fast food run.
And that’s OK.
It may have taken decades, but when I look in the mirror, I am genuinely happy with who I see in that reflection. I’m entering middle age, that time in life where the weight shifts and wrinkles appear, yet acne still makes you feel like you’re a teen.
And that’s OK.
It may have taken decades, but I stopped caring about what others think of me. And let me tell you, it’s the most liberating feeling.
Diet culture is everywhere. As women we’re supposed to look a certain way. It’s hard not to compare, not to criticize yourself as you see perfect pictures on social media. But that’s not reality. Gone are the days of trying to fit into some sort of mold that society considers “healthy”.
Listen to me—healthy comes in all shapes and sizes.
Those scars on my body show all that it took to have children of my own. That extra jiggle and dimples from years ago? That’s what’s left after this body created four tiny humans, triplets and a rainbow baby. And those wrinkles and bags under my eyes? That’s the exhaustion and anxiety that comes with being a working mom.
But when I look in the mirror, I no longer look for physical imperfections. Instead, I see strength. I see self-love. I see resilience.
Maybe you’re reading this and nodding your head. Maybe you’re eyeing the scale, ready to throw it out.
Don’t beat yourself up.
I’m here to remind you–The number on the scale may fluctuate, but your worth never will.
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