Food and the City: What's The Worst That Can Happen?

August 01, 2017

What's The Worst That Can Happen?


Hey there, you.

I don't think it's too far of a stretch to assume that you're reading this for a reason. In fact, I don't think it's that much of a stretch at all. I hope that's the case, though, because I'm writing this with purpose -- I'm writing this to ask you one simple question:

What's the worst that can happen?

What's the worst that can happen when you do something outside of your comfort zone? What's the worst that can happen when you wake up in the morning and decide to wear the white jeans after labor day or the dress you've deemed as "unflattering." What's the worst that can happen when you choose to eat the full-fat yogurt vs the low-fat stuff? What's the worst that can happen when your stomach is growling and you actually eat? What's the worst that can happen when you listen to your body and give it everything it needs?

What's the worst that can happen?

The worst that can happen is you'll learn a new trade or a new skill or discover a strength about yourself that you never knew you had. The worst that can happen is you'll wear those white jeans after Labor Day, because that's what the calendar says, and rock the shit out of them. That dress? It'll hang on your body like any dress of the past because that's all it is. It's just a dress.

The worst that can happen is you'll probably feel guilty for choosing the "less healthy" option, but right now, you'll probably feel guilty for choosing anything. Those feelings will eventually pass, and then they'll come back, and then they'll pass again and come back once more after another round of "why did I do that" that you play with yourself.

The worst that can happen is your body will do backflips of joy at how well it's being treated, and that may seem intolerable to you because your mind is telling you something else. The worst that can happen is that you'll feel full and upset and out of control, but you'll keep on pushing and doing these things because at some point you'll be proud that you're still pushing and doing these things. At some point those feelings will be nothing more than a whisper of a thought, that gets filed into the Nah Bruh file that you keep stored in your brain.


I'm writing this to remind you that some days may be harder than others, and some days you may feel like you're slipping backwards altogether. Some days you'll wake up and deem your strength to fight not worth it. Some days you'll wake up and wonder why you're even trying at all.

Some days you'll stumble across a blog and read exactly what it was that you needed to hear, and that's why I'm writing this.

I'm writing this to let you know that you deserve everything out of life. You deserve late night phone calls with friends who have moved away and hours of conversation with people you find interesting. You deserve to travel, to explore, to have a family. You deserve to see each day for what it is, and not for the number that you put on it. You deserve a life free from restriction, a life free from rules and rituals. You deserve spontaneity, a second slice of apple pie, and lazy Sunday nights at home with someone you love. You deserve to get excited over the little things in life, over your small victories, and over the fact that amazing stuff like waterproof mascara exists.

No matter what you've said or done, no matter what you've said and didn't do. No matter the amount of times you've tried and failed. No matter what anybody has written you off as or given up on you, your body doesn't deserve to bear the brunt of the pain that you carry on your shoulders. The body was designed to be cared for, to be looked after, and to be loved by it's driver. It was designed to be strong, to be flexible, to help you create beautiful things.

So... what's the worst that can happen?

Ask yourself that -- and then do the scary thing anyway -- because the worst that can happen can only happen if you let it.

And one day you'll see that that's not the worst thing that can happen, at all.

x mel