I'm Overweight
I’m overweight.
And for a long time… I thought it was just my body.
Until I realized—
my body wasn’t the only thing carrying weight.
It was my heart.
My mind.
My spirit.
And no one could see it.
I walk into rooms smiling…
but I’m carrying 10 pounds of problems I never talk about.
I laugh with people…
but I’m dragging 30 pounds of a past that still whispers my name when I’m alone.
I say “I’m fine”…
while 15 pounds of fear sits quietly in my chest.
I hold conversations…
with 20 pounds of hurt and anger I never released.
I try to stay strong…
but 10 pounds of anxiety won’t let me rest.
I keep pushing forward…
with 35 pounds of trauma that never got the chance to heal.
I second guess myself…
because 15 pounds of doubt follows every decision I make.
And I show up for everyone…
while carrying 35 pounds of being everything to everybody—
except for myself.
That’s a total of 170 pounds.
170 pounds! … and nobody noticed.
How could they?
Because I carried it so well.
Because I made it look normal.
Because I convinced myself that this was just “life.”
But the truth?
I got tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix.
The kind of tired that sits in your soul…
the kind that makes you question who you even are anymore.
I looked at myself one day and didn’t recognize WHO I WAS!.
Not because I changed…
But because I disappeared under everything I was carrying.
And the hardest part?
No one told me to put it down.
So I kept holding it.
I held onto people who hurt me.
I held onto moments that broke me.
I held onto expectations that were never mine.
I held… and held… and held…
Until it started breaking me.
If I don’t let this weight go…
I already know what happens.
I stay here.
Stuck.
Heavy.
Smiling on the outside… while slowly falling apart on the inside.
I keep pouring into others…
until there’s nothing left of me.
I keep surviving…
but never really living.
And that… that scares me more than anything.
So today…
I made a decision.
Not a loud one.
Not a perfect one.
Just a real one.
I’m going to start letting it go.
Not all 170 pounds…
But something.
Maybe 1 pound today.
Maybe it’s saying “no” without guilt.
Maybe it’s not replaying that painful memory tonight.
Maybe it’s choosing rest instead of proving my worth.
Maybe it’s finally admitting…
“I’m not okay.”
Because healing doesn’t start when everything is fixed.
It starts when you stop pretending.
If you’re reading this…
I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME.
I know you’re carrying things you don’t talk about.
I know you’ve been strong for longer than you should have had to be.
I know you’re tired in ways you can’t explain.
And I wish I could sit with you right now…
look you in your eyes…
and tell you gently—
You don’t have to carry all of that anymore.
You really don’t.
So for a moment…
Breathe.
Release your shoulders.
Unclench your jaw.
Let your heart soften just a little.
This is your virtual hug.
You’re allowed to put something down today.
Even if it’s small.
Even if it feels unfamiliar.
Even if you don’t know what comes next.
Start building a relationship with yourself.
One where you choose you.
One where you love you.
One where you stop abandoning yourself to be accepted by others.
Because you deserve that kind of love too.
Does this Resonate?
You are not overweight because of your body…
You are overwhelmed because of everything you’ve been carrying alone.
And healing begins the moment you decide—
with love, not force—
to finally put it down.
“Some of the heaviest weight you’ll ever carry isn’t on your body… it’s in your heart. And the bravest thing you’ll ever do is love yourself enough to finally let it go.”