To the Body That’s Tired of Performing for a Scale

To the Body That’s Tired of Performing for a Scale

—and the woman who’s done measuring her worth in decimals.

I threw my scale away while cleaning the bathroom.
No dramatic ritual.
No rage.
Just picked it up, remembered everything it had whispered to me over the years,
and thought:

“This is bullshit.” 

All the times I stepped on it after doing everything “right”—
and saw the same number come back.
Or worse.
All the days it ruined before they even began.
All the grief it taught me to carry in silence.

Even after everything I’d survived.
Even after carrying a child through a pregnancy that left me unable to get out of bed without pain.
Even after two miscarriages.
The scale still told me I wasn’t enough.
And I believed it.

✖️ The Break — When the Scale Became a Weapon

Maybe you've stood there too—
waiting for that cold, digital verdict.
Doing the math in your head before the number even lands.

It didn’t matter that you trained like hell.
That you ate with care.
That you showed up when your body wanted to give out.

Somehow, the softness stayed.
And somewhere along the way,
the goal became disappearance. 

Because the reflection never gave back what the work demanded.
Because they only celebrate bodies that shrink—
not the ones that survive.

And the scale?
It just measures gravity.
That’s all it ever did.

But the lie attached to it—
that it could tell you your value,
your effort,
your success—
that’s what broke you.
That’s what kept you hungry.

It didn’t forget to reward you.
It was built to keep you chasing. 

🔥 The Burn — Dismantling the Lie of “Not Enough”

It was never about weight.
It was about worth.
And we were taught to earn it
by becoming easier to digest.

The hustle.
The shame.
The constant calculations.
All dressed up as empowerment.

Discipline shouldn’t feel like erasure.
Progress shouldn’t come at the cost of peace.

That voice saying “not enough” when you see your own reflection—
it wasn’t born in you.
It was planted.
And it’s time to burn it out.

🛠 The Forge — Reclaiming Strength, Not Shrinking

You don’t need a number to prove presence.
Don’t need a tape measure to validate growth.
Don’t need a before-and-after.

What you need is a body that still shows up.
Still moves.
Still carries you—through pain, through loss, through every version of survival.

That body is already yours.

Not broken.
Not behind.
Not unfinished.

You are fucking here.
And that is enough. 

You can stop asking to be made smaller.
You can stop apologizing for taking up space.
You can stop trying to trade your softness for validation.

Your softness is sacred.
Your strength is not a future self—
it’s the part of you that never stopped showing up. 

🕯 The Invitation — A New Kind of Ritual

The Ember isn’t a reset.
It’s a reckoning.

A ritual for the one who’s done mistaking war for wellness.
Done performing, punishing, shrinking.

Ready to remember.
Ready to reclaim.
Ready to stay.

👉 [Download The Ember]
You don’t need to be smaller to be powerful.
You just need to stop asking for permission to exist. 

—
Magui