Scales are the work of the devil if you ask me. The best thing I ever did was throw the scales out and stop dieting.
I stumbled across a copy of Shelley Bovey’s Being Fat Is Not A Sin (now republished as The Forbidden Body) while I was at Uni. I was floored, absolutely floored by the notion that being fat did not automatically mean I deserved to be treated with hatred and scorn. I mean, I knew I hated being treated like scum for my failure to be thin, but I felt like I somehow deserved that scorn. Hell, I heaped enough self-hatred and scorn on myself because I was fat, so why wouldn’t others do the same?