lib. lifestyle Aug 27, 2015

Smashing the Scale

Author: Jory Mullard, Empowerment Writer at

I’ve never met a scale that I didn’t want to stand on.

To some, a bathroom scale is just a little electronic box that tells us how much we weigh. To me, it has always been so much more; a symbol of a dark force in my life.

I grew up weighing myself every day. I would remove every ring, every article of clothing, and wait for the number to affirm that I, indeed, did not gain weight and therefore was still an acceptable human being.

As a young woman, I developed an eating disorder and became a slave to the scale. Its powers over me had a magnetic force that would send me running in its direction. Within seconds of entering a room containing a scale, I would find myself suddenly perching on top of it, holding my breath as I waited to see if the number would be low enough to make me worthy of love.

Now, I am recovered from my eating disorder, but the scale still plagues me. I refuse to weigh myself, knowing that it can still have a strong negative effect on me.

My stubborn refusal to succumb to the allure of the scale has made us fierce enemies. Alone in a room with a scale, I don’t see a metal box. I see an opponent that I must battle. If I step on the scale, it wins. I almost always resist its siren song, but I still jones for the self-esteem “fix” it can give me. I crave the feeling of standing on that scale, seeing a low number, and feeling better about myself.

After years of this fight, I realized something important. Whether I stand on the scale or resist it, I still give it way too much power by craving its validation of me. The truth is, the only validation I need is my own. What do I love and value about myself; how much do I believe I am worth? My love for myself is the only place to stand upon, not on top of the scale.

That is why, last week, I decided that it was time for the ultimate act to remind me that it’s just a silly little box, not some magical measurer of my worth. I will always have more power than it does, as long as I step into that power.
Therefore, I resolved to do just that. I decided it was time for The Battle Royale: a fight to the death, Jory vs. The Scale.

I invited my friend Katie over. We went to my backyard with her cute dog Kyla, a bathroom scale, a huge mallet, a camera, and years of my suppressed anger.

Here’s what happened.
Ready to kick some scale butt. (Left: Katie, Right: Jory [author])

This number does NOT matter! (Kyla the cutest dog ever agrees.)

Scale Smashing Time!

My turn.


Everyone is happy, including Kyla.

What is your relationship with your scale?
Does it have the ability to change how you feel about yourself, depending on whether the number is high or low?
If so, it has power over you, and it’s time to show that little box whose boss. You are worth so much more than any number could ever reflect.

You are strong, valuable, and worthy of love – always. Next time you want to stand on top of a scale, stand on that instead.

Post a picture of you on social media smashing your scale and hashtag it #smashthescale.
OR: Send your pictures of your smashed scale in to to be featured on our Facebook page!

Love always,
and let it be.HEALTH

lib. All Blogs, lifestyle Jun 26, 2015

INTO THE WILD: My Story about Body Image

INTO THE WILD: My Story about Body Image

Jory Mullard, Writer & Nutritionist at

When I was a young girl, I failed at things that I thought every normal kid could do. Catch a ball. Kiss. Dance. Stand up for myself. Tell a joke. Understand math.
To me, everyone else was awesome at life, and I sucked.

The summer of my 16th birthday, I acquired two wonderful attributes that gave me a new found sense of importance: Breasts. I had grown from an A-cup to a D-cup in just four months, and they were huge on my petite high school frame. People stared.

As people started treating me like I was special because of my body, a new belief began to grow in my mind. Despite “sucking at everything”, I did have some value to offer the world. I could look the way I thought others wanted me to look, and they would like me.

4 years later, this very belief had royally messed me up, and led me to a sobering situation.

I ventured, alone, to a cabin in a remote area 300 kilometers from my town. I was hungry. I had no food. I had no money on me. I failed at lighting a fire, and I was freezing cold.
Here, I planned on eating nothing for 7 days, simply because I wanted to be thin. I had spent the past year taking extreme measures to lose weight. Yet, I was only able to deprive myself of food for so long. Eventually I “failed” and ate everything.
Every time I failed, I invented a new, more extreme way to lose weight. This ultimately led me “into the wild”. This time I starved myself, it would be fool-proof, because this time I couldn’t eat even if I wanted to. I was miles and miles away from every hot fudge sundae, every piece of pizza, and every sticky sweet cinnamon bun. When I got home, I would be beautiful and I would be worth something.

In the quiet of nature, without TV or friends or work to distract me, I finally saw the dark truth of my life. I, Jory Mullard, had an eating disorder. At 22 years old, I had made it my sole purpose to try to appear perfect so that people would like me. And it was destroying me.

When I came back from my wake-up call in the forest, I started to get help. My body, mind, and soul were sick, and it took over a year to get to a stable place. I saw doctors and naturopaths to help me heal my ravaged body after I had starved it, binge-ate, and made myself throw up for years. I did acupuncture yoga, reiki, and meditation to mend my soul. I saw a counsellor and dealt with the emotional issues that were at the root of my problem. Today, I live a happy life. Most importantly, I no longer believe I “suck at everything.” I think I’m pretty great.

The part of my story that I think is most important is that up until my rock-bottom moment, I didn’t think I had a problem. I thought my obsession with losing weight and looking “perfect” was fairly normal. The majority of my peers were stressed out about their appearance. Adults that I looked up to calorie counted and weighed themselves on a regular basis. Every magazine at the grocery store checkout was boasting the newest fad diet and get-skinny pill.

The truth is, my behaviour wasn’t that far from the norm. That fact alone is a sign of a huge problem in the world today. The following images show statistics that highlight the prevalence of body image issues today. The images are courtesy of graphic designer Danae Harvalias and are excerpted from her book, “Fat.”


Looking at these statistics, I can see I was never alone in my struggle. There is a lot of emphasis in our society on attaining “the perfect body”, and it doesn’t just affect adults. Studies have shown that children as young as ten are dissatisfied with their bodies and believe they need to lose weight.₁ Eating disorders, as well as a general preoccupation with body image, have become a widespread (although often “kept quiet”) issue in the 20th and 21st centuries.₂

If you, or someone you know, is suffering from an eating disorder: There is hope. You can heal from it. I stand here today, happy and healthy, as living proof that it is possible. However, it’s important to know that recovering from an eating disorder is not a quick fix. I healed, but it wasn’t cheap, fast, or easy. The wait lists in Canada for free treatment are too long and most sufferers must pay out of pocket for help. My family estimates they paid upwards of $15,000 to help me. Many cannot afford this.

That is why I founded a chapter of a non-profit organization called Project HEAL. We fundraise to help people recover from eating disorders. We help by paying for treatment that they otherwise wouldn’t be able to afford.
To learn more about Project HEAL, GO HERE.
To find treatment and support in your area, GO HERE.

Today I am standing up for a problem that often gets swept under the rug. Many people don’t want to talk about self esteem, body image, or eating disorders. However, more and more people are speaking out about these issues. There is a movement on the rise and I can’t help but be a part of it.

The girl inside me that went “into the wild” to starve herself is gone. In her place is a woman who hopes for a world that celebrates who we are on the inside.
Join me in creating that world by loving who you are, and in helping those who don’t love themselves find the way back.

With love always,
and let it be.HEALTH

An additional note:

What many people don’t know about eating disorders is that getting help is often a matter of life and death. Project HEAL and I are currently running a fundraiser to help those with eating disorders afford life-saving treatment.

Want to help? Here’s how.

CLICK HERE to learn more about my fundraiser and donate.

Biological Botanicals ™ will donate $1 from every purchased bottle of select supplements* until September 30, 2015 towards my fundraiser.
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₁ Danae Harvalias, “FAT”,
₂ The Renfrew Center for Eating Disorders, “Eating Disorders 101 Guide: A Summary of Issues, Statistics, and Resources”published September 2002, revised October 2003,