It's time to come clean and admit it. I am a fat-talk free zone. I do not count calories, nor am I interested in hearing you talk about yours. I do not weigh myself, nor do I care what you weigh now, what you used to weigh, or what you want to weigh. You can look through my closet to find clothing sizes, but those numbers are of no value to me, and neither are your numbers. I am not on a diet and choose to remain far removed from that world. I am not perfect and would rather make loads of mistakes than expend energy trying to be perfect. I don't need you to be perfect either. I prefer you off-kilter and real. I exercise for joy and not to make-up for anything I ate, and if we exercise together, I hope you are smiling too. I don't know how many calories are in your meal, and I beg you to stop counting and be present with me instead. I know the look, when you are far away doing your math. Come back, it's way more fun in the land of the now. I never need to be any more or less than what I am to be happy, and if I could make one wish come true, it would be that you realize that as well. You are not fat, and fat is not a feeling. You are not thin, and thin is not a feeling. You are you, that is enough for me, it can be enough for you too. Your scale will never, no matter how many times per day you ask, tell you what you want to hear. Throw away the scale. I am being completely serious. How will you know how you are doing? Ask yourself. How will you prevent yourself from letting go? Let go. You will be taken places your scale could never have taken you. Write your scale a hate letter. And then write yourself a love letter.