And…well…that’s it. But this is the first time (in a long time) that I actually feel it.
My definition of “pretty” might be different, though. I feel pretty on the inside. I feel like I’m worth it. I’m worth making the effort. I’m worth taking care of. I feel stronger and more confident. I feel like I can do this. I just wish I would have felt this way all along…I wouldn’t have let myself get so big. I just honestly didn’t care about myself. It’s not that I ate huge portions or just junk food. I looove my veggies! I just didn’t exercise. And I did eat a lot of carbs. But I didn’t care. I think I still kind of felt that way at the beginning of this whole thing. But now I do care about myself. I want to be around for a very long time. I want to have kids. I want to be the fun, spontaneous person I once was. I want to be stronger. I want to be thinner. I want to be healthier. And I will. Because now I feel pretty.