“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” - and other bullshit.
Why do we pause our participation in our lives (and overall JOY) in the pursuit of thinness?
Seven weeks ago my parents bought Leo and I flights home to Australia so we could have some quality time.
When the tickets landed in my inbox, I was flooded with gratitude… because seven weeks was enough time to lose weight before I saw them.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before I met my partner.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before my son’s play group started.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before my ex was due to fly to see me.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before my brothers wedding.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before the “post-partum check” — the good-to-get back to it (if you know what I mean).
Thats what I thought when I fell pregnant.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before hosting my first in person event.
Thats what I thought seven weeks before my year 12 ball. My year 10 ball. My first day of year 8.
Every significant event in my life has been overshadowed by my desire to be thin. I’m waiting all the time for my body to be different, only to look back years later surprised at the glory that was my body in its various shapes and sizes. But never the body I am in now.