Weight is like the Sword of Damocles, an ever-present threat we can’t seem to escape.

From early on, it’s conditioned into us: your body is you. Whether it’s praise for losing weight, shame for gaining it, or jokes disguised as ‘concern,’ every compliment, insult, or glance reinforces it.

Even as adults, this obsession doesn’t let up. We measure our worth against a number on the scale, fixate on those 5, 10 or 20 “extra” kilos, as if they define our entire existence.

Why have we given weight the power to rule over us like this?

But think about it – our bodies are vehicles, here to carry us through life.

Do we fixate on every scratch or dent in our car with the same emotional intensity? Do we shame or praise ourselves for the car’s appearance? No, we don’t let its imperfections define our worth. A car’s purpose is to get us where we need to go.

So is your body. Does it work? Does it take you where you want to go? Does it help you experience life? That’s what really matters.

It’s not the number. It’s the belief we’ve attached to it.