The Scale of Worth

Confessions of a woman and her bathroom scale and what it will never tell you about how God sees you.

So remember last week when I told you about my daily weigh-in adventures and how a bathroom scale taught me about daily grace? Well, buckle up, because we're going deeper.

Here's what I didn't tell you: even though I've made peace with daily accountability, even though I understand the muscle-building process, even though I know the scale lies about overnight water retention - there are still mornings when I step off that thing and feel defeated.

You know those mornings. When the number is higher than yesterday despite eating perfectly. When you've done everything to the best of your ability (even when you haven’t) and the scale doesn't reflect your effort. When that little digital display somehow has the power to dictate whether you feel good about yourself or spend the day questioning everything.

And that's a realization that has continually hit me: There have been too many seasons of my life of letting a piece of metal and glass determine my worth for way too many years.

But here's the thing about God - He doesn't even own a scale.

Think about it. The Creator of the universe, who spoke galaxies into existence, who knows every star by name, who holds this world in the palm of His hand - He's never asked us once to step on a bathroom scale to determine our value.

Not once.

When God looks at you, He doesn't see:

• The number on the scale

• The size of your jeans

• The comparison between you and the woman next to you

He sees His beloved daughter. Period.

The scale measures pounds. God measures hearts. The scale tracks weight. God tracks faithfulness. The scale shows fluctuation. God shows steadfast love.

You are not the sum of your measurements. You are not defined by your dress size. You are not more valuable when the scale goes down or less precious when it goes up.

Finding Truth in a Dressing Room

I’ll never forget standing in a dressing room at Kohl’s, staring at my reflection and tearing myself apart one word at a time. I wasn’t just trying on clothes—I was trying on shame, comparison, and disappointment.

The longer I stood there, the more unsettled I felt. Not panicky, but like something wasn’t right. Like I couldn’t breathe deep enough to fix it.

That’s what lies do.
They may start as thoughts, but the moment we speak them—even if it’s just to ourselves—they plant something. They stir up shame. They steal peace. They spark anxiety.

And then God interrupted my spiral with one piercing truth:
“Tracee, the very words you are speaking to yourself are contradicting who I say you are.”

Boom.
Conviction. Grace. Love. All in one breath.

That moment shifted something in me. I realized I wasn’t just dealing with surface-level insecurity. I was fueling the fire by agreeing with lies that didn’t come from the mouth of God.

And that’s why learning to fight back with truth is everything.
Because words carry weight—and only one voice brings life.

Your worth was established before you ever owned a scale. It was determined on a cross, sealed with a resurrection, and written in the Book of Life with permanent ink.

The bathroom scale will never tell you:

• How God delights in you

• How He sings over you

• How precious you are in His sight

• How He’s proud of you for showing up

• How He sees beauty where you see flaws

So tomorrow morning, when you step on that scale, take a deep breath and remind yourself: that number doesn’t get to define you. Not today. Not ever. Jesus does.

You are deeply loved at your highest weight, your lowest weight, and everywhere in between.

The scale may measure your body, but only God measures your beauty. And His measurements never change.

See you next week,

Tracee