There’s no medal for eating when you’re hungry.

No standing ovation for going pee when you feel the urge.

No applause for choosing to take magnesium 90 minutes before bed instead of right before you pass out on your phone.

But maybe there should be.

Because for some of us, listening to our body after years of overriding it is not mundane—it’s monumental. It’s holy. It’s the kind of quiet, everyday miracle that rewires timelines.

And that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m not reinventing myself overnight. I’m not forcing a glow-up, or chasing some version of “healed.” I’m simply… being human again. And that’s more radical than it sounds.

The Nervous System Rebellion

When you grow up in chaos, or spend years in survival mode, your body learns to mute its needs to keep you afloat. Hunger, exhaustion, thirst, pain—those become optional background noise. You’re too busy managing crises, emotions, or other people’s moods to even notice when you have to pee.

You stop listening to your body because you had to.

But now I’m learning I get to listen again.

When I eat when I’m hungry, I’m not just fueling my body—I’m proving I’m safe now. When I go to the bathroom without holding it for hours, I’m not just taking care of a physical need—I’m reclaiming my right to take up time and space. I’m choosing presence over punishment. That’s healing at the root.

Supplements Are Cool, But This? This Is Reparenting.

Yes, magnesium and B complex are helping. Tremendously. They’re like the chemical love notes my nervous system has been begging for.

But the real shift? Is how I show up for myself between the doses.

I’m not waiting until I crash to rest. I’m not waiting until I’m dizzy to eat. I’m not waiting until I’m raging to cry. These are not chores anymore. These are sacred rituals of self-loyalty.

The Myth of the Glow-Up

We’re sold this fantasy that healing is a dramatic before-and-after montage with a gym membership and a sexy revenge outfit. But what I’m learning is: the real glow-up is biological.

It’s waking up without dread. It’s remembering to drink water before your mouth feels like a desert. It’s noticing that you want to move your body—not because you hate it, but because you finally feel alive in it.

I’m not chasing motivation. I’m not chasing discipline. I’m just no longer abandoning myself. That’s it. That’s the blog post.

Final Thought: The Timeline Shift Is Already Happening

This is what shifting timelines actually looks like. Not a quantum leap, not a dramatic disappearance—but a slow return. To rhythm. To regulation. To you.

And if all I do today is eat when I’m hungry, pee when I have to, and breathe like I mean it…?

Then I’ve already moved mountains.

xo Roxy