I’m overweight. I always have been and likely always will be. I was a size 18 by age 15, and as you can imagine I was picked on mercilessly at school because of it.
From the age of about 12, I couldn’t stand to have a full length mirror in my room. I would cover them up, I covered them up at uni and would refuse to look in them. I hit a high of 26 stone a few years ago and over the last two years I have lost 10 and a half stone to get back down to a size 16-18.
For the first time in my adult life, I feel confident. So much so that I’ve just ordered a mirror. For the first time in 15 years I feel confident enough to look at my own reflection.
I know it sounds stupid, but I wish I could go back 10 years and tell my teenage self that there will be a time where I don’t hate her and don’t want to die.
I’m so proud of myself and the work I’ve done to get here 🥹