When Gaining Weight Meant Gaining Strength
Tonight, I stood in the garden, spade in hand, and realized my body could finally do something it never managed before. I pressed down and the blade sank straight through the turf. For years, I was too light—always calling for help, always feeling small in ways that had nothing to do with height.
I used to chase a number on the scale, thinking lighter meant better. But here I am, heavier, and for once I didn’t need to ask anyone else to finish the job. My back aches, but it’s a good ache. I’m not sure I love this body yet, but I’m learning to respect what it can do.
Maybe strength isn’t about control. Maybe it’s about letting go, just enough to see what grows.
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