Weight

It means less than you think

This sight greeted me when I got up and peed every morning as a kid. It made my day a few of those mornings and threw me into a tailspin many others. Let me tell you, scales are not conducive to eating disorder recovery.

I stopped weighing myself in 2012 and haven't owned my own scale since. When my eating goes haywire, there's still a morbid curiosity to find out the number at any cost.

Weight. It has so much weight.

Weight to ruin a day. The weight of judgment. The weight of shame and failure.

Without context, a lot of context, it's a meaningless number.

But it's so easy to obsess over. And seems so easy to control. Stop. It's not. At all.

I humbly suggest that if a scale can ruin your day, you need to not own a scale. Not you don't *need* one. You need to *not* have it.

I humbly suggest that if you weigh yourself more than once a week, you ask yourself why. And when you don't have a good reason, stop.

I humbly suggest you find something more meaningful to focus on.

I cannot imagine a world where weight needs to hold so much weight.

End weight stigma. Throw the scales away.

There are plenty of other things to ruin your day!!!

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