I write this post today after months, almost a year, of procrastinating. It is one of the topics that has been on my heart for years, something that was listed as one of my very first blog topics, and something that I know is important to share with you all.
Doesn't make publishing it any less
terrifying.
Writing this is the easy part. Putting it out there for the world to see is the part that makes me want to vomit and curl up into a ball.
That being said, I am not one to make choices rooted in fear or to be stagnant. Quite honestly it's not like those who have something
negative
to say will have the
courage
to say it to my face.
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So here it goes. Today’s topic: all things weight loss, body image, diet culture, and body dysmorphia.
This will be a brief overview as all of these topics could have their own blog post. But now that I have opened the floodgate, I am sure the words won't stop pouring out of me, so we can expect more.
Growing up I was always small. That is something that I know
now, but at the time I remember thinking that I was large. In High School, if I put my hands on my hips, I was no wider than my hands. Yet I remember thinking at 13 that I needed to be on some kind of diet because I was too large.
W. T. F.
Looking back now the only way that I could have been smaller was to donate my organs. Even though the doctors told me I was
UNDERWEIGHT, it didn't matter. I was still “too large.”
My body has fluctuated throughout the almost
ten
(WOW I am old) years that I have been out of high school.
As it should. I am a grown woman with a career and a husband, not a girl whose biggest concern was who was sitting next to who for the pep rally. It makes sense that my body would change as I grew up too. But that change, both in the mirror and in your head (because those are two very different images to most), was not an easy one.
I am
grateful
for my body. I
love
my body.
It does not mean that I have always been this way, and it doesn't mean that it has been easy, and it doesn't mean that there aren't things that I wish I could change.
In 2020 I was in the best shape of my life as an adult. I had just lost 20 lbs., was working out multiple times a day, and was feeling great.
In 2021 I had some health issues that not only attacked my body but my mental health, to the point it was almost crippling. In less than a year, I gained 70 lbs. due to these health issues and the stress associated. No change in my diet, activity level, living environment, or career, it was solely based on the health issues I was experiencing.
That was the start of a
deep depression.
Losing weight is hard. Losing weight with no change to your diet and activity level is harder. I was already in a calorie deficit and working out. Yet the scale kept rising. No matter how many rounds of blood work, tests, ultrasounds, and appointments I attended it didn’t get better.
Thus, the depression worsened.
I spent about ten months in the deepest hole of sadness because I felt completely helpless, insecure, and unworthy.
I know now that wasn’t and still isn’t true, but the mind has a way of tricking us. I do not think without my husband speaking to my therapist about it that I would have ever chosen to get better. I will never forget the video call where he said “She has become a shell of herself, she just feels empty, and she won't let me in.”
He was
right.
I felt unlovable and in turn, wasn't letting anyone love me.
Weight doesn't dictate our worthiness, how loveable we are, our self-worth, or our value.
Weight is a number.
I decided that I had to make a change and I did it. Starting in March of 2022, I started a weight loss program and saw real results. By the date of my wedding, 7.13.2022, I was down 40 lbs. I have managed to keep most of it off since then, fluctuating a few pounds because well,
life.
I have learned to give myself grace.
Since July: my husband has deployed, I have worked full time commuting an hour each way, taken care of four animals, maintained a house and 2+ acres of land, ran a blog, started an organizing business, started the process of returning to school, coached a cheerleading squad of 40 girls (where I would drive an hour each way), maintained my friendships and relationships, and somehow still found time to read a book and eat something.
So if I gain 4 lbs.…. WHO CARES?!?! Literally, who cares and why for so long did I?
I have recently got back on my weight-loss program and I plan on continuing to do it until I hit my goal “feeling” Notice that? Feeling
NOT
weight.
FEELING. Weight is just a number. I do want to feel better and healthier in my body and to lose the remaining weight from my health issues. I want to love the way I look in our big fancy wedding photos. I want to feel confident always in not just how I look but who I am.
In talking with my therapist about this topic, I realized something. I am determined to succeed in most aspects of my life. If you tell me that I can not, I will prove you wrong. I had a calculus teacher when I was 16 tell me that I shouldn't even bother signing up for the advanced placement test because there was no way that I was going to pass it and “it would be a waste of money for my parents.” I told my parents that I wanted to take the test and get tutoring. I was a full-time student, on varsity sports, with a job, and I fit tutoring into my schedule for months.
I
passed
the test.
I brought my results in and showed them to my teacher and said “Looks like I wasted no one's money.”
Petty, yet effective.
Why is it that
THAT GIRL quits herself when it comes to her health? I asked my therapist. I kept saying to myself that I would write this post when I hit my goals when I was no longer insecure when I was “perfect.”
Yet that goes against everything I know to be true. Why was I pushing off something so important for a
WHEN? She encouraged me to write the post that has been on my soul because she said “There might be so many people out there feeling the same way.”
Are you out there? Do you hear me? Do you relate?
Listen to me.
We are going to stop quitting ourselves. We are going to realize weight is a number and does not contribute to our worthiness as a human. We are going to realize we are loveable at any size.
We are going to pursue health, not for the look, the aesthetic, or the validation.
We are going to pursue health because life is beautiful and we want to be around to live it.
Love you More,
Morgan
Check this out Corner:
Water.
Plain ole, good for you water. Water doesn’t need to look a certain way to be important and neither do you. Drink some water and remember who you are.
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
Whether she's impacting, inspiring, or offering a fresh perspective, Morgan hopes her writing resonates deeply with her audience.