Home By Allison The day I stopped letting the scale determine my worth

One-Fine-DayMost mornings people get up make some coffee, get dressed, eat breakfast, and brush their teeth. I do all the above and have added one very special activity to my morning routine…I examine the size of my body by standing naked in front of the mirror and jiggle my fat.

A couple of weeks ago while I disapprovingly grabbing handfuls of fat this thought crossed my mind…
“I wonder what God thinks about me standing in front of the mirror jiggling my fat?”

From the age of five years I knew the smaller I was the more people would love and accept me. I grew-up without media. But I did grow up with a grandmother and mother who based their worthiness on small thighs and a tiny waist.

I started weighing myself daily in the 7th grade and I dreaded the scale. The number was more than a number. The number on the scale was my mood for the day, a measurement of my worthiness, beauty, and lovability. Gaining was dissatisfaction and losing was a high.

Three years ago (I am now 37 years old) while I was walking to the scale at the gym, I felt this soft voice say, “You no longer need the scale to be worthy.” And I thought, “Okay” and walked away from the scale. I have been walking away from the scale for three years. But let me tell you, the first month of not weighing myself was like going off of crack. I experienced trouble sleeping, irritability, feeling restless, nervous, and an intense craving to weigh myself. I had no idea how addicted I was to the scale.

Last night I was paging through Isaiah, and in the columns I noticed I had written several times, “Lord, help me to get rid of my idols.” I wrote these words over seven years ago. I do not know if I knew what my idols were at the time, but looking back I now realize the scale was one of my idols.

Back to the mirror, I think God laughs and says, “Oh my child, when are you going to see you are enough for me jiggle bits and all.”

I am getting myself ready to give-up finding myself worth in the mirror. With each step of walking away from worthiness constructed from size of my thighs, I walk towards my Father who not only accepts me just as I am he loves me.

When I find myself getting anxious about how I look I press each of my fingers with my thumb and tenderly whisper to myself, “I am enough. I am loveable. I am worthy. I am beautiful.”

 

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Allison
Hi, I'm Allison: This is me: a mom who is a little bit crazy. I have four kids, three here with me and one who didn’t make it past 13 weeks gestation. I am a Licensed Practicing Counselor who is passionate about helping women and teen girls, donuts, lattes, and potlucks. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. No fancy food for me…I am a burger and fries kind of girl. My husband is super cool. His nick-name is scary Derrick. My favorite activity: sitting next to my man. I just love sitting next to him and hand-holding (he is not too passionate about the handholding). The one thing I would like to do before I die is visit Paris.