I used to think weight loss was about trying harder. Push more. Eat cleaner. Burn faster. Suffer better. Be better. But what nobody ever told me was — sometimes, your body isn’t holding on to weight because you’re lazy or broken. Sometimes, it’s because your body is terrified . Clinging. Protecting you. Surviving you. It’s not betrayal. It’s survival. Because a body can resist weight loss when it doesn’t feel safe. And mine? Mine had been fighting invisible wars for years. Mental exhaustion. Emotional spirals. Forcing myself to keep going even when my soul was dragging its feet behind me. I exercised. I ate vegetables. I even became the slowest eater among everyone I knew. I tried. God knows, I tried. But my body didn’t let go. It held on tighter. Because from the inside out, it believed — "It’s not safe yet. I need to protect her." I didn’t realize how deep survival could run. How quiet it could be. How a body can still be breathing, smiling, s...