This is a story of your own, but we all share the experience.

One day, I realized I had lost my connection with food.

Have you ever felt that way?

When a plate of food turns into numbers and nutrient charts, something inside us changes. I began to lose interest. Our generation is living through a moment where everyone wants to become someone else. We overlook the qualities that make us who we are, and instead, we bend ourselves to fit an image that doesn’t belong to us.

Think back to childhood—diet wasn’t even a word we used. I didn’t fully understand it until I joined social media. Suddenly, there were meal plans everywhere, dramatic promises like “Lose 10 pounds in a week,” “Victoria’s Secret Model Diet,” “Certified Trainer Meal Plan,” and more. Night after night, these so-called “perfect” images flooded my mind. Yes—that is how powerful and toxic they can be.

I watched my peers skip meals, chase numbers, compare themselves, and compete for a sense of worth.

But are we really becoming better when we lose ourselves in the process?

Living under the weight of others’ expectations does not make us perfect. It only pulls us farther from who we truly are. Those goals we chase? They are not ours—they are projections of someone else’s standards.

My body is not anyone else’s. It is mine.
My meals don’t exist to please others. They nourish me.
My family and friends will not abandon me. They are mine.
My life is not defined by comments. It is mine.

My journey will not stop because of obstacles.
I am fighting for a goodness that will ultimately be mine.