I lined up the new bottles on my kitchen counter—protein, gummies, bundles with names that promised strength. I thought maybe this time, the right formula would fix the way I felt about my body. Every scoop, every gummy, was a silent negotiation: maybe if I get this right, I’ll finally feel like I’m enough. But the mirror didn’t care about certifications or ingredient lists. It only reflected the same doubt back at me, no matter how much I tried to optimize. I keep searching for the thing that will make me feel whole. But so far, it’s just me, measuring progress in grams and grams of hope. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt