Scales are the Devil’s mistress

YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN WHAT YOU WEIGH!

I don’t own a set of bathroom scales. I have never purchased a set of bathroom scales.

I was close to buying some after a horrible appointment with not-my-usual-GP when he told me I needed to lose weight, and fast.

My attempt at buying a set of bathroom scales involved me crying and snuffling to myself in a supermarket aisle, trying to decide how much I was willing to spend on something that would make me feel terrible every time I looked at it.

The answer was £0.

I took the money that I’d budgeted for what would be my WORSE PURCHASE EVER (including that shapewear I bought and had to cut myself out of because I literally got stuck) and I bought a slice of cake, a cup of tea, and a new book.

Because I knew that was what I needed to make me happy.

I still don’t own a set of bathroom scales. I have no intention of ever buying any.

That’s not me being in denial about my weight. That’s me knowing that my weight does not define me. My weight does not disable me in any way.

I’m heavy, but I’m actually pretty healthy too, and I don’t need to rely on a number on a set of scales to know how I feel within my own body.

AND NEITHER DO YOU.

Honestly, your weight is the least interesting thing about you.

Your weight tells me nothing about how strong you are.

Your weight tells me nothing about how hard you’ve worked to love yourself.

Your weight tells me nothing about how funny you are, or how kind, or how freaking clever and smart you are.

Your weight tells me nothing about the YOU that lives inside your body.

Because, damn, that’s the person I want to get to know.