The last time I had a physical was about three years ago. Though this was around the beginning of my journey toward self-acceptance, I was still fixated with the number on the scale. So the week before, I prepped by doing a juice cleanse, working out like crazy, and not eating at all on the day of the appointment, all in the hopes of seeing a lower number.
In that moment, the number on the scale was my moment of "truth," my judge of how I should feel about my body. It could literally make or break me.
Fast-forward to last month, when I was back at the doctor for a long-overdue physical. Walking into the office, I found myself pleasantly surprised at how much I didn't give a shit about what the scale said. And when I stepped on the scale and the number was a little higher than it had been three years earlier — probably because I hadn't fasted like a crazy person this time around — it didn't rattle me.
For the first time I could remember, I really believed it was just a number. A number that didn't indicate my health, kindness, beauty, intelligence, compassion, or worth. Now, instead of relying on a scale to measure my health, I use these five things: