04/01/2026
I canāt stop thinking about the cheetah story from Untamed.
The one where the cheetah is running the same damn track over and over againā¦
fast, impressive, controlledā¦
but completely trained.
Conditioned.
Performing for food.
And then you see the wild cheetahā¦
and itās not even the same animal.
No track.
No performance.
No one telling it where to run or what to chase.
Just instinct.
Power.
Freedom.
And it hit me all over again todayā¦
Because what the actual f**k are we doing right now?
Somehow⦠AGAINā¦
itās trending to be as thin as possible.
To shrink.
To suppress hunger.
To take medications so we donāt feel the most basic, human signal our body gives usā¦
Hunger.
Like weāre out here trying to override our biologyā¦
numb our instinctsā¦
quiet our bodiesā¦
so we can fit into a version of ourselves that was never ours to begin with.
Thatās not freedom.
Thatās the f**king track.
Thatās Tabitha the cheetah, running the loop, chasing the fake prey, getting rewarded for staying small and controlled.
And weāre calling that āhealthā?
Meanwhile⦠this morningā¦
Iām standing in my kitchen and I see a coyote walk right through my backyard.
Not rushed. Not scared. Just⦠existing.
A few minutes later ā a deer.
Calm. Alert. Fully in its body.
No oneās telling them when to eat.
How much to eat.
What size they should be.
Theyāre not counting calories or trying to āoptimizeā their bodies into something smaller, quieter, more acceptable.
They just are.
Wild.
Instinctual.
Connected.
And I swear to God⦠something in me felt that.
Like a little nudge⦠or maybe a full body shakeā¦
Like, āHey⦠remember who the f**k you are?ā
Because I donāt want to live on a track.
I donāt want to override my hunger.
I donāt want to disconnect from my body.
I donāt want to spend my life trying to be smaller, quieter, easier to digest for everyone else.
I want to trust my body.
Feed it.
Move it.
Listen to it.
Even when that feels messy.
Even when it doesnāt fit the trend.
Especially then.
Because maybe the goal isnāt control.
Maybe the goal is coming back to instinct.
I donāt knowā¦
but between the cheetah, the coyote, and the deerā¦
It feels like something is shifting.