Making my way to the new middle number before the end of the month.....hopefully.
|this steak actually look REALLY good|
I'm usually pretty confident and upbeat about my weight loss and my appearance, but the other day when I looked in the mirror, I saw a fat girl. No matter how I turned or angled, I still just saw a fat girl. My eff-the-chart, I'm-big-and-I'm-proud self was reduced to being insecure, hesitant, questioning. I just wanted to go home. When I got home, it still didn't stop. All I could do was fixate on what was wrong with me.
sad breast feeding boobs
not so smooth skin
not so firm parts
|"can you throw 'em o'er shoulder like a continental soldier?"|
I guess this is all part of the process, too