When the Scale Finally Moved

I used to joke that my body was immune to change. For years, I hovered just above 100 pounds, no matter what I ate or skipped. I never worried about jeans fitting or calories adding up. I thought I was lucky. Then, one morning at 25, the scale read 120. I stared at the number, waiting for it to mean something. My hands shook. I tried to decide if I should feel proud, or scared, or both. My body looked different—softer, fuller, more like the women I’d always compared myself to. But I didn’t feel like I’d arrived anywhere. I keep thinking about how long it took for my body to change, and how quickly my mind started to question if it was allowed. #BodyCheckChronicles #NotJustAboutTheScale #FoodGuilt #Health #Diet