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What I Realized the Day I Finally Got “Skinny Enough”

For the first time, I didn’t see my body as an enemy or a shell, but as me.

And then, I lost weight.

A year of slow, sustainable change. Suddenly, I was at the place I had imagined my whole life.

I shopped for fun. I shared clothes with friends. I stopped crying in dressing rooms. I no longer needed a boatload of self-talk just to get dressed.

But something unexpected happened.

I thought losing weight would be the key—that it would unlock all the stuck and stalled parts of my life. That seeing that magic number on the scale would make me fearless, shameless.

But I found out something shocking: that number changes nothing.

If you’re not chasing this fantasy, you’re chasing another.
If it’s not your body, it’s your bank account.
If it’s not your bank account, it’s your résumé.
Or your nose. Or your car. Or the perfect marriage. Or the perfect child.

For years, I believed that if I could just control this one thing, my life would bloom like a perfect flower.

But when I arrived at my “goal,” I realized: my life was still my life.
And I was still me.

Certainly, I felt joy. But I also learned there’s no such thing as “skinny enough.”
There’s no magic number that makes you safe. That makes you worthy.

That, I found, was something else entirely.

I became confident at first in a cheap way—by shrinking into smaller pants.

But soon, I needed the real thing: peace.

Peace with how I was made. Peace with my body. Peace with life itself.
And that took a whole new language.

Yoga helped. It connected my body and spirit—helped me be in my body rather than fight it.

I had to relearn food, silence, judgment, walking.
I had to “starve the emptiness and feed the hunger.”

But the biggest change wasn’t in my body.

It was in my eyes.

For the first time, I stopped looking at myself with cruel, critical eyes.

I will always carry the shame of being too big at 10, at 15, at 25.
But I also carry something else:

A deep understanding that the number on the scale never tells the full story.

**This excerpt originally appeared in Shauna Niequist’s best-selling book, Cold Tangerines

***You can purchase her newest book, Present Over Perfect, on Amazon

Shauna Niequist
Shauna Niequisthttp://www.shaunaniequist.com
Shauna Niequist is the New York Times best-selling author of Cold Tangerines, Bittersweet, Bread & Wine, Savor, and Present Over Perfect. She is married to Aaron, and they live in Chicago with their sons, Henry & Mac. Shauna is a bookworm, a beachbum, and a passionate gatherer of people, especially around the table. See more from Shauna on her website.

Parents, It’s Your #1 Job to Get in Your Kids’ Way at All Times. Kids Do Not Deserve Privacy.

I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.

WATCH: Mom Gives Birth to Family’s 1st Boy in 50 Years

"I just knew I was having a girl."

Grieving Widow Breaks Down Over 3 Men at Dutch Bros. Coffee Who Reached in Her Car Window to Pray

As soon as the young men heard about her husband, they extended their hands out the drive-thru window without a second thought.