“If you’re 50 pounds overweight, you’re not living your dream life.”
I saw this post on Facebook today.
And my entire body said “OH NO, not another body shaming post”.
Not because it triggered me.
But because I know what it’s like to build the most aligned, soul-led, wildly abundant version of your life, while
also carrying weight your nervous system needed to feel safe.
Let’s be clear:
Weight gain is not proof of failure.
It’s not a branding flaw.
It’s not a spiritual weakness.
For many of us, it’s how the body says:
“I’m holding the grief you couldn’t process.”
“I’m protecting you from pressure.”
“I’m creating insulation so you can feel safe showing up.”
The body doesn’t lie.
But it also doesn’t
obey capitalism, image obsession, or hustle culture.
I’ve done some of my best work at my heaviest weight.
Launched powerful offers.
Served incredible clients.
Spoken truths that cracked people open.
All while holding the extra pounds that accumulated during:
• A war.
• Deep personal grief.
• Medical burnout.
• Nervous system recalibration.
• Letting go of pressure, image, and the old version of success.
So no — your dream life isn’t
on pause until your jeans fit differently.
Your wisdom isn’t blocked by your weight.
Your art, your magic, your sacred work?
Still here.
Still powerful.
Still enough.
What if we stopped treating bodies like branding?
What if we stopped equating slimness with self-trust?
What if we started honoring our bodies as oracles of lived experience — not evidence of success?
Because I’ll tell you this:
When your
nervous system feels safe again,
your body will shift on its own.
In its own time.
With compassion.
Without shame.
Without being punished or micromanaged into submission.
That’s the body’s wisdom.
So to anyone who’s ever read a post like that and felt the sting:
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not the before picture in someone else’s success story.
You are becoming.
You are healing.
You are holding more than most people can
see.
And the only thing that needs to be released?
The shame that was never yours to carry.
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