I finally went off my medication after months of wanting to wean. I have longed to be free from the medication, but I don’t know if I can make it.
I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”
The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.