💋Chapter 6: Scrubbing Shame Off Your Skin

(Body Image, Diet Culture, and F*cking Mirrors) Making peace with a body you’ve shamed, neglected, or punished.

Rant

I was told smaller meant better. That my worth was measured in thigh gaps, jean sizes, and how little space I could take up — physically and emotionally. I punished myself with diet after diet, chasing an illusion that nearly killed me.

I’ve stood in front of the mirror and picked myself apart like I was something to fix. Postpartum changes? I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. I couldn’t even undress in front of my husband without wanting to cry or hide. I over-exercised. I restricted. I let shame run the show for years.

Because I believed what the world sold me:
That beauty = control.
That discipline = virtue.
That if I hated my body enough, I could hate it into being lovable.

Spoiler alert: you can’t.

I didn't start healing until I had no choice. Until I was drowning in self-loathing and had to beg for help. Therapy cracked me open. Support pulled me through. And now I’m here to burn the f*cking rulebook with you.

Because shrinking is not your purpose.
And that mirror? It doesn’t get to define you anymore.

Let’s Talk

Anger isn’t evil. It’s not wrong. It’s not something to bottle up until it explodes and you’re screaming into a void—or at someone you love. Rage is data. Resentment is your soul saying no more. But when we’ve been told to “be nice” or “don’t be dramatic,” we shove that anger down until it festers. This chapter? We’re letting it OUT—raw, loud, holy.