Take care of it like one.

For years, I thought wellness meant control. Eat less. Move more. Shrink, sculpt, fix. And body positivity? That felt like permission to stop trying.

Not the radical, joyful kind—the numb kind. The kind that confuses comfort with care. The kind that avoids movement because of shame, not because of rest. The kind that stops listening to your body altogether.

So what if wellness looked different? What if movement was celebration instead of compensation? What if food was fuel and pleasure instead of morality? What if rest was non-negotiable instead of lazy?