It is November 23, 2010. One month until my birthday. After thousands of minutes spent obsessing over my supposed fat, imagined problematic body and evil food that chases me down the street, I have finally given up the fight. Given up dieting. Thrown out the scale. Filled my freezer with all the goodies I like. Released my belly from the grip of sucking her in. Rubbing the buddha belly. I can finally look in the mirror and refrain from saying “Yuck”. I can get through the day without saying “I feel fat”. I recently learned that fat is not a feeling. Fat has been one of the only feelings I felt daily for so many years. Now I feel other things. Now I can relax. I don’t have to be her. Whoever I’ve been trying to be since I was a little girl. I can just be me. Diet free. Eating whatever the eff I want. Exercising when I feel like it. Sitting on my butt when I don’t. Bypassing the diet magazines, fasting teas & anything else promoting weight loss or diets. Learning to love the body I am in just the way it is.
November 23, 2010
Scales are for fish, not women