Here’s what I’m learning, slowly and gently:
Not the radical, joyful kind—the numb kind. The kind that confuses comfort with care. The kind that avoids movement because of shame, not because of rest. The kind that stops listening to your body altogether.
You chase results you’ll never fully trust. You move because you feel broken, not because you feel alive. You eat by rules, not by intuition. And no amount of green juice or step goals will quiet a voice that says, “You’re not enough yet.” Miss Junior Nudist Cap D Agde
So I lived in the tension: Wanting to feel strong and alive, but afraid that accepting my body meant abandoning my goals.
So what if wellness looked different? What if movement was celebration instead of compensation? What if food was fuel and pleasure instead of morality? What if rest was non-negotiable instead of lazy? Here’s what I’m learning, slowly and gently: Not
And what if body positivity was less about loving every inch every day —and more about making peace with the body you actually live in so you can actually take care of it?
For years, I thought wellness meant control. Eat less. Move more. Shrink, sculpt, fix. And body positivity? That felt like permission to stop trying. The kind that stops listening to your body altogether
Let wellness be kind. Let body positivity be honest. And let your healing be both.