I bought kombucha because everyone said it was healthy. I lined the bottles up in my fridge, hoping they’d make me feel lighter, cleaner, maybe even better about myself. Every sip was a small ritual—like I was doing something right, finally. But I still checked the label for calories. I still felt the acid burn in my stomach and wondered if I’d had too much. I still stared at my reflection, waiting for proof that I was changing. It wasn’t about the tea. It was about wanting control, and never feeling like I had enough of it. Kombucha was just another thing I hoped would make me feel okay in my own skin. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet