I used to think eating plant-based would fix everything—my body, my guilt, the way I measured myself in numbers and grams. I swapped out cheese for chickpeas, counted fiber grams like they were gold stars, and told myself I was finally doing it right. But every meal became a test. I’d stare at my plate, wondering if it was enough or too much, if I’d earned the right to feel good about it. The numbers on the scale dropped, but the knot in my stomach never did. I know the science. I know the benefits. But some days, all I feel is the weight of wanting to get it perfect, and never quite getting there. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt