Writer Melanie Schoo riffs on the important numbers of her life in this essay about self judgment, pursuit of perfection, and letting the scale dictate our self worth.
Obsessing over the size of my bum doesn’t make me a better person. Feeling bad about the way my body looks, doesn’t make it any easier to exercise or eat kale. Being thin is no guarantee of happiness and I cannot spend my life in the pursuit of an acceptable number, to the detriment of everything else. This overpowering internal dialogue is neither helpful, nor unique to me.