November 24, 2025 by

stepping on the scale

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it used to be something that I did for the doctor

then it became a habit

and what became habit, turned into an obsession

everyday I woke up not knowing if I was gonna love or hate myself

my body turned into a prison and my mind turned into my tormentor

I loved looking into the mirror until it was the worst thing I had ever done

hated the body that my ancestors worked so hard for

but my reflection started to take a different shape this year

because I realized that my future will have traces of me in it

my children will look like me just like I look like my mother and father

could I tell my child they were too ugly for this world?

could I tell my parents that what they are is never good enough?

I couldn’t

i felt too big in a world so small

i felt too small for a world so big

but now I know that my body is a map of love stories

and my children will inherit my beauty

12 Responses to stepping on the scale

  1. harold miner

    this whole part:
    “I loved looking into the mirror until it was the worst thing I had ever done/ hated the body that my ancestors worked so hard for/ but my reflection started to take a different shape this year/ because I realized that my future will have traces of me in it”

    and how you likened it to your kids and hating yourself vs. hating your kids, bro that was powerful

    this post might just save the planet

  2. publius88

    Very good message! We’re conditioned to care more about a number on a scale than what kind of person we are and what impact we have on the world

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