The Scale Dropped, My Anxiety Didn’t

I thought fixing my gut would fix everything. Every morning, I’d stare at the scale, hoping the numbers would shrink as fast as my meals did. I bought the supplements, read about postbiotics, swapped bread for broccoli. My stomach was quieter, but my mind was still loud. I kept waiting for the day I’d feel healthy, or at least safe in my own skin. Instead, I just learned new ways to measure myself—grams of fiber, grams of shame. Even when my digestion improved, I still flinched at my reflection, wondering if I’d ever be enough for myself. Nobody tells you that healing your body doesn’t always heal the part of you that keeps score. #FoodGuilt #BodyCheckChronicles #ControlIsExhausting #Health #Diet