For years, I struggled with my weight.
I knew how to lose weight on paper. I understood food, movement, motivation, and discipline. I had tried starting over, making plans, getting serious, and promising myself that “this time would be different.”
But somehow, I would keep falling back into the same patterns.
Emotional eating... Binge eating...
Starting strong and then stopping.
Feeling ashamed of my body.
Telling myself I just needed more discipline.
Comparing myself to other women.
Feeling like I was fighting myself every single day.
And underneath all of that, there was something deeper happening.
The weight was not just weight.
For me, the weight had become protection.
It helped me stay unseen.
It helped me stay invisible.
It helped me feel safe.
At the time, I didn’t fully understand that. I just knew I felt stuck.