I am totally having a rough morning today. Ill-advisedly, I stepped on the scale, and the number wasn't great. But for the first time ever, I stopped the negative thoughts before they could really ramp up, picked up that scale, and gave it to my partner and told him to hide it in our basement.
Fuck the scale. I don't want to get triggered every day by what my weight is doing. Weight is an inexact measurement anyway - it can fluctuate rapidly over the course of a day.
I know my weight is up for a couple of reasons:
1. I spent a week in South Carolina eating less-than-nutritious food, because I had very few options, would offend my relatives who had made some of the food, and because I just couldn't bring myself to get overly fussy when the point of the trip was to have a family reunion for my mother in law who has lung cancer. In the face of lung cancer, weight gain doesn't seem that damn important.
2. My partner made homemade sushi this weekend, which was totally fun and absolutely delicious. Not eating the handmade sushi your partner offers you? That makes you an asshole.
3. We also went out on an amazing date to Nopa last night, where I didn't overeat, but I did give myself the space to choose whatever I wanted. And last night, that was ratatouille with duck egg as a shared starter with my dude, their amazing, delicious burger, which is seriously one of the best burgers I've ever had, and dessert. Because I am a grownup lady who really loves food as art and nourishment, and that is how I wanted to nourish my body.
Knowing all that made it a little easier to dismiss the lame internal voices in my head and get rid of the scale. Maybe someday I'll sledgehammer that jerk, but for now, baby steps, you know?
Read it. Be incredulous. Laugh at all the cussing. Then seriously, ask yourself the hard questions. Why do we want to be smaller? Isn't that literally the dumbest thing ever?
Thinking about it this morning, I made this illustration for y'all:
"...that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?
No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.
Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently."
Couldn't have said it better. I mean, seriously, why do I want to be smaller? I'm already a not-big person. I'm not even technically plus size. I'm at the upper end of normative sizes, and I have a bottom that stops traffic and decries gravity, as well as ripped arms that refuse to fit in skinny lady arm blazers, but so what? Maybe clothing makers should actually create clothes that fit badass, CrossFittin' ladies like me. Maybe it's the INDUSTRY that's the problem, not my body. And perhaps it's time I stopped giving in to the idea that I must change, and instead starting fighting the activist fight of getting the industry to change.
"That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.
Language affects our thinking whether we like it or not. Every time we tell ourselves, “I’ve gotta get down to a size whatever,” or “I’ve got to get rid of this gut,” we discount who we are RIGHT NOW. And fuck that shit. Who we are right now is okay. Instead of encouraging ourselves and other women to get smaller, we ought to be focusing on what will make us better. Better. Not smaller.
You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.
Think about the possibilities, we could be so much greater, so much more powerful if we refocused our energies. So stop your fucking nonsense with the Slim Fast shakes and the diet pills or whatever the fuck. CUT THAT FUCKING NONSENSE OUT. Get out there and learn and grow and be amazing. Accomplish something real, right now. Don’t wait until you reach your super-whack “goal weight” which no longer has any bearing on real life probably. Your gratification, your happiness and your unconditional acceptance of yourself will do something for you that dieting never will: it will set you free and unlock your true potential."
That's the rallying cry right there fellow badasses. I am done with my scale and trying to be smaller for the sake of being smaller. I want to be better. Stronger, smarter, kinder, more engaged and creative and in-tune with what's going on, just better.
So whaddya say? Are you in? Let's do this thing!