The world we live in is obsessed with defining ourselves by numbers. Numbers are everywhere, consuming us; they are our way of life. We define our age, weight, height, relationships, time, everything by numbers. We are all guilty of defining ourselves this way and I can honestly say I've been a slave to numbers ever since I can remember. Who hasn't counted down the minutes until their next vacation, religiously measured our bodies, judged people by their dress size and rushed around as to not be late for that 2:00 doctor's appointment?As women there is one number we guard and hide, more than any other, with our lives; as if someone found out they would not like us anymore, we would be shunned, a disgrace, gross, disgusting, not good enough, our husbands would no longer look at us, our houses would burn down, the guy on the bus would give us strange looks, the stars would no longer shine and our lives would be over. At least this is how I feel about the number we use to measure our weight.
I am currently learning one very important thing and that is - numbers are just numbers. Like everything, we (people) are what give numbers their power. If this is true, why then do we choose to give something that can be so harmful to our being such power? I don't know the answer to this, but, what I do know is my weight is not my truth and I refuse to let it define me any longer.
We must face our fears head on and only then we will be granted freedom. We are who we choose to be.
