What if

I went to the doctor today, I must do so every few months so the powers that be are sure I am deserving of my Medicare: that I did not have a miraculous healing or anything. I get so stressed and uptight at the thought of going that I actually shake. I have no idea why I am like this. Today Dr. W said it my anxiety was part of my COPD. Another stress point was getting my blood pressure taken. I am happy to report that it was within an acceptable range. Also, they insisted I get weighed.. OMG. .. So this set me to thinking: What if society assigned no judgment to your weight? What if actresses weren’t pressured to be a preposterous size 0 and the only criteria for models was the ability to radiate beauty from within? What if your weight held no more significance than the randomly assigned numbers on your license plate?
How much do you think you would weigh?
I bet most of us would still be within a few pounds of the number we saw on the scales this morning.
How much time do you spend thinking about how fat you are, talking about how fat you are, planning mealtime strategies, feeling guilty over cheating on yet another diet, lamenting about your inability to just get out there and exercise, dammit…
What if you didn’t have to worry about that anymore? Imagine how liberating that would feel--wouldn't that be quite a WEIGHT off your shoulders?
Maybe we’d be a few pounds less than the number we saw on the scales this morning.
What do you think?