Love the idea of treatin curation like its own form of contribution. The fact that you marked two essays per day to avoid cognitive overload shows real thoughtfulness about how knowlege actually gets absorbed and retained
A shout-out to a fellow biologist. Would love if you go through my stories.
Some weights live in the body. Others live in the heart, in the hormones, in the memories, and in the quiet places we rarely talk about.
Obesity is often spoken about in numbers, calories, kilograms, charts, and goals. But behind those numbers are people carrying battles that no scale can measure - emotional storms, biological confusion, and the silent grief of feeling like your body has turned against you.
This poem is an attempt to honour that struggle.
It moves from the human experience we see in the mirror to the microscopic war we never see happening beneath the skin, the hormones, cells, and organs fighting for balance. And then, finally, it reaches toward hope: the small lifestyle choices that begin to rewrite the story.
If you or someone you love has felt the heaviness of this journey, I hope these lines make you feel seen, understood, and gentler toward yourself.
Love the idea of treatin curation like its own form of contribution. The fact that you marked two essays per day to avoid cognitive overload shows real thoughtfulness about how knowlege actually gets absorbed and retained
Holy cow, this is an amazing list! 🙌🤩
Love this!
This is wonderful, thank you.
Nobody dares to read this! Are you one of them?
https://thegonersclub.substack.com/p/consciousness-is-a-trick-of-meat
A great list! Thanks for compiling
A beautiful list.👍👍
A shout-out to a fellow biologist. Would love if you go through my stories.
Some weights live in the body. Others live in the heart, in the hormones, in the memories, and in the quiet places we rarely talk about.
Obesity is often spoken about in numbers, calories, kilograms, charts, and goals. But behind those numbers are people carrying battles that no scale can measure - emotional storms, biological confusion, and the silent grief of feeling like your body has turned against you.
This poem is an attempt to honour that struggle.
It moves from the human experience we see in the mirror to the microscopic war we never see happening beneath the skin, the hormones, cells, and organs fighting for balance. And then, finally, it reaches toward hope: the small lifestyle choices that begin to rewrite the story.
If you or someone you love has felt the heaviness of this journey, I hope these lines make you feel seen, understood, and gentler toward yourself.
Now, let’s step into the quiet wars within.
https://open.substack.com/pub/thebiologicalimagination/p/the-weight-no-scale-can-measure?r=6ubx0q&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
Thank you for your service
Curation was a part of the algorithm and the reward structure on Steemit, but the copycats and the bots wrecked that. Thanks for your efforts here.