I was sitting in E’s office today (E is my therapist) and I was telling her how I felt so chubby today and not good in my body.
I was expecting her to say something like “let’s find out why you are feeling this way,” or something like that, but that’s not what she said.
She just answered one simple statement: “why do you have to be chubby? why do you to look a certain way in your body?”
I didn’t get it at first.
“Um…what do you mean? If I’m not chubby than what am I,” I asked her.
It was a serious question.
“Your Shira. Why can’t you just be Shira?”, she said.
I didn’t know how to answer. I think it was one of the first moments in therapy all year that I actually had nothing to say for a split second.
Why did I have to define myself as chubby today? Why do I have to define myself by my body checks every single morning?
They are good questions that I don’t totally have the answers to yet.
Why do I think that being Shira means having to tag on a label about my body to that, like chubby or skinny or whatever other word that can be used to describe someones physical being?
I’ve spent pretty much my entire life since I was 8 years old calling myself these labels.
In some parts of my life I labeled myself fat, in other parts I labeled myself chubby, and in other times I labeled myself skinny. Regardless of what time period I was going through, I always used one of those words as my label.
And of course, I used my weight as a label too.
I still remember how much I weighed the day my grandfather passed away-becasue it wasn’t a good number but I “allowed” myself the extra room because I was so sad, I told myself I could give myself a break.
These numbers and labels have been such a huge part of how I’ve defined myself for so much of my life, it was honestly mind altering when E asked me why I even had to be any of those things.
Almost one year into being scale free, and I never thought about that.
Who would Shira be, without her being attached to a chubby or to a skinny or to a “I’m sore” today?
It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to think about.
I know who I am without my number on my scale for almost a year now; that I know because I’ve been learning that through this year. And I love who I am becoming without that number to define me.
I love the writer in me.
I love the reporter in me.
I love the sister in me.
I love the friend in me.
I love the fighter in me.
But numbers and labels are two different things. A number is fact, a label is a feeling.
But just Shira. Plain and simple, no extra labels-that’s totally different.
I guess what I walked away with today, because it was a day of much self doubt, also in other areas of my life, is that when this blog is over 8 days from now, I am not going to have all of the answers I thought I would have.
I may still label myself with those names or those words.
Or I may not.
I am learning.
I used to think that after this one year journey, it will have meant I was cured from Ed and cured from all the negative ways I used to view myself.
That is far from the truth.
And I am glad I can be accepting of that.
The closer I get to this blog ending, and the more I start to wrap things up, the more I am learning that this one year was not meant to be a solution or an answer; it was meant to be the beginning of something.
I have a long way to go, far past this one year journey, until I think I can figure out who Shira is-with no labels attached.
But I am ok with that.
I’m not where I thought I would be at the 8 day count down to this one year journey being completed,but then again, how could I ever know where this journey would lead me?
But I do know I am a lot closer to being where I want to be than I was yesterday; I am a lot closer than I was the day before, and I am a lot closer than I was 357 days ago.