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Success Beyond the Scale: A New Perspective

There was a time when success came with tick boxes.

The job title.
The marriage.
The post-baby bounce back.
The flat stomach (preferably by week six).
The idea that somehow, by midlife, I’d have “figured it all out.”

Spoiler: I didn’t.
What I did do?
Gain weight.
Grow softer.
Grow stronger.
Start over.
And start smarter.

I survived a pandemic in yoga pants. I coached clients into their breakthroughs. My daughter called me out for my “elongated semi-ovals.” Amidst these experiences, I realised something. My old definition of success no longer fits the life I’m living. It no longer fits the woman I’m becoming. My old definition of success no longer fits the life I’m living.

Success now looks like this:

  • Getting up at 6am when the duvet says “don’t you dare.”
  • Moving my body because I love her, not because I’m punishing her.
  • Eating food that fuels me, and saying yes to dessert without the guilt chaser.
  • Letting go of a relationship that couldn’t meet me where I stood — even when I bent to make space.
  • Laughing, sweating, wobbling, and still showing up the next day in my too-short shorts and cropped top.

But more than anything?

Success now means choosing myself — daily, intentionally, even when it’s inconvenient or uncomfortable.

I’m not chasing a number on the scale anymore. I’m chasing how it feels to be in my body. I want to know how it feels to walk into a room. I want to show up in my life and know I didn’t abandon myself for the sake of appearances. I want to be true to myself rather than follow someone else’s timeline.

I’m not here to bounce back. I’m here to bounce ahead — to rise into a version of success that fits me now. One that makes space for softness, for sass, for spiritual growth and for stillness.

So no, this isn’t the “before and after” story society loves. This is the middle, the becoming, the redesign. And it’s messier, more joyful, and more meaningful than I ever imagined.

To the women stepping into their second act, listen carefully. You are wondering if it’s too late. This is where the story gets good.

And success? It’s no longer the goal.
It’s the byproduct of finally, unapologetically, living on your own terms.

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