06/05/2026
This feels a bit raw to share… but today felt like the right day.
Back in 2007, I was 6 stone heavier. I was labelled obese, and if I’m honest, I had absolutely no self-esteem. I hid from cameras, avoided photos, and never felt comfortable in my own skin.
Since then, I’ve lost the weight… but the way I see myself hasn’t quite caught up.
Some days I look in the mirror and feel okay. Other days, I see huge arms, wide hips, bigger thighs… and it completely takes over. Then I have to ground myself and think, “You’re wearing a size 12… this can’t be real.” But in that moment, it feels real. My eyes tell me something different, and it’s exhausting.
I calorie count constantly. I’ve tried every diet you can think of. And even now, I still feel this pressure to be smaller, lighter, skinnier… prettier.
Truthfully, I think I might struggle with body dysmorphia. That constant disconnect between what’s real and what I see.
But today is International No Diet Day.
So today, I’m giving myself permission to just… be.
To eat normally.
To quiet the noise in my head, even if it’s just for 24 hours.
And maybe that’s where it starts. Not perfection. Not “fixing” everything overnight. Just small moments of kindness towards myself.
Because the version of me back in 2007 deserved kindness.
And so does the version of me now 🤍