Between people pleasing and perfectionism, I have waged war on my body in more ways than I can count. As a naturally skinny teen, I gained the freshman 15 and then some in college. And the battles commenced:

• Weight Watchers in my twenties with a vicious cycle of bank the points, drink the points
• Macro Counting and a small notion of bodybuilding competitions, resulting in an indescribable shame cycle
• Intuitive Eating, which doesn't always work, but sure feels better than listening to a thousand experts give vastly different advice

While I haven't resigned myself to the fate of a "menopausal middle", I am learning to befriend my body, and to be a heckuva lot kinder to her. And also...less Blue Bell.