Oh, brother. (Oh, sister, too.)
This topic does feel like a weight — on my shoulders and in my gut.
And the topic is …. weight. How much we weigh.
This is SUCH a loaded topic.
There are so many aspects to it.
The value of women.
The value of human beings.
Stereotypes and prejudices.
Food-related politics and policies.
National, cultural, and historical differences in attitudes towards food and weight.
Etc. etc. etc.
(You may want to add to that list, depending upon your experience with this topic.)
Here’s my major point, this morning. All these different thoughts — small and large — floating around in my brain, are inspired by something so trivial … that feels so huge to me:
I weigh more, today, than I ever have in my life.
And it’s difficult for me to feel as valuable and “okay,” once having noticed that.
Which makes me mad, especially since I’ve worked with so many people, over the years, about cultivating self-esteem divorced from appearance, including weight.
So I’m taking the first step, right now, of naming my observation, my confusion, and my reactions.
That’s the beginning of my process — of moving forward, wherever that takes me.
Thank you for reading and witnessing (wherever you are, with all this).