I started eating mangoes because a study said it might help my heart. Two weeks, every day, weighing each piece. I told myself it was for my health, but every bite felt like a negotiation—sweetness measured against guilt. The numbers on my blood pressure dropped. My cholesterol dipped. But the number on the scale barely moved, and I still pinched at my stomach in the mirror, searching for proof that I was doing enough. It’s strange—how I can follow the rules, eat the fruit, do everything right, and still feel like I’m failing. The science says I’m healthier. My reflection never agrees. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt