Meet my belly

I used to think my stomach was a problem to solve. Every morning, I’d pinch the skin, checking if yesterday’s discipline had paid off. I memorized the way my jeans fit, the way my shirt clung after lunch. Sometimes, I’d skip dinner just to wake up lighter, only to end up dizzy and angry at myself for being hungry. The compliments never landed—my mind was too busy scanning for flaws, rehearsing what I’d eat, what I’d avoid. Tonight, I stare at my reflection, hand resting on my belly. It’s soft. It’s mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop wishing it was different, but for a moment, I let myself breathe. #FoodGuilt #BodyCheckChronicles #ControlIsExhausting #Health #Diet