Obsession Gone Awry
My own obsession with weight was just as unhealthy as any other obsession. It took up far too much of my mental space. I wanted to be done with living by the crazy standards of a marketing cartel (Yes, they peddle a dangerous kind of psychic drug) that makes us think of ourselves as no more than cuts of beef.
History Of The Scale
When did America begin labeling its women by the number on a scale? Back in the 1830’s the only way to know your weight was to step on a large balance scale used to weigh grain, animals, or machinery at a state fair. Your weight would be guessed and everyone would laugh. Weighing yourself was for fun entertainment not a daily requirement.
By the 1930s male marketers were trying to make daily weighing an obligation in order to sell a smaller scale called the Health-0-Meter, it was sold as the key to health, beauty, success and happiness. An “obligation,” wholly created by marketing departments and ad agencies.
By 1965 Barbie was dieting. Slumber Party Barbie came with pink satin PJs, plastic slippers, and a diet book called, “How to Lose Weight” which said “Don’t Eat.” Enter body dysmorphia and eating disorders.
Playing Into My Own Insecurities
Why did I personally buy into the “have to know how much I weigh” marketing program? Because as a young insecure woman I thought I had to compete with every other woman in a room. I would size them up as competition and rank them and myself similar to cattle. That was exactly what the marketing firms hoped I would do so they could sell their latest dieting book, kit, program to me. In my recovery I learned I didn’t have to live my life on a ladder judging others. I could accept people as they were and feel equal in value to everyone else in the room. Who knew recovery would give me the courage to stop judging myself as well as others.
I Choose Another Way
As I began to realize how controlled my life had become by a tiny number on a scale I saw I had a choice. I could simply stop playing the game. I could stop believing all the marketing and manipulation being fed to me. I was more than a number and deserved to not be categorized by a device originally designed to weigh cattle and grain.
My world feels so much bigger and far less stressful now. I can feel my body relax when I eat knowing I will not have to face a scale to determine my worth ever again. This has led to my focusing on clean real foods and lots of real fun. It has been a long time coming, but I am thrilled to be finally freed from the tyranny of the bathroom scale.
Content Originally Published By: Madeline Schloop @ Reach Out Recovery