You’re in the shower, replaying every food choice from the day, wondering why you’re so tired, you’re now realising it’s not your food choices, or your body, it’s the war inside your head.

You stare at your reflection, adjusting clothes that almost feel okay, wondering how other women seem to leave the house without second-guessing everything.

You’re Googling “anti-diet nutrition” at 2am, because you can’t do another juice cleanse, but you’re terrified of letting go of control.

You can’t focus at work because you’re calculating how many calories are in your lunch, and it’s the third time you’ve had that same thought this hour.

You’ve got five tabs open: intuitive eating, nervous system regulation, somatic therapy, you don’t want another fix, you want your life back.

You say, “I can’t do this anymore”, but this time, it’s not about your jeans. It’s about your joy. You know something has to shift.

You’re crying in the car after brunch with friends, because they were laughing, and you were silently counting what you ate. You hate that this is who you’ve become.

You look at your to-do list and realise you’ve wasted 2 hours comparing yourself on social — again. The cost is no longer just emotional. It’s everything.

Your vision board is full of creative projects, career moves, and travel, but you haven’t taken action. All your energy is still going to shrinking yourself.

You open your laptop to work on your business idea and end up Googling “how to lose belly fat fast” instead, and you’re so done with this pattern.