10/31/2026
Shame has been in my awareness this week…and of course it would be, because I signed up for a program called Shameless that began yesterday! 🤪
Yesterday I was on a call with some truly incredible humans (because who has time for anything else?) and we talked about it. Perfect timing, because two layers had just surfaced for me.
Layer one: 5th grade.
I was the good student. Great grades, followed every rule. I’d already decided my worth lived in how smart I was. So I raised my hand. A lot. I just wanted to get it right.
My teacher told me to stop. That I was annoying. She also shoved me once. When my mom went to the principal, the teacher said I was her favorite and she didn’t want the other kids to notice.
You like me… so you’re mean to me? Ok..cool!
Shame for being too much, trying too hard😔
I’ve always had this feeling of being “not enough”. Turns out it was also tied to being too much. Hello, level 10,490 in the Jumanji of self-growth.
Layer two: old photos.
My journey started 14 years ago, losing the weight after three kids. I kept it off for 12 years. Best shape of my life.
I’m not there right now. Hormones are real. My body is changing, and I’m learning how to support it differently in this season of my life. And writing this for the world to see feels stretchy as hell. And I know that what I can recognize, I can shift my relationship to.
Shame around not looking the way I desire to…yet it’s not about how I look but about how I feel. Another layer of shame “why didn’t you keep up”? “How could you let yourself look like this”? The stories of the mind, those protector parts that shame me before the world shames me...ouff.
I know how I want to move forward, how I desire to feel. Not through punishment, restriction, or the quick fixes I would have reached for 15 years ago, but through a healthier, more body-led relationship with myself.
I’m teaching this work from lived experience…I don’t think I’ll ever be above it, and I don’t want to be. It’s what allows me to keep evolving. I’m in it. Every day. Never perfect, but present.
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