I am 32 and only really just coming to terms with the fact that as a woman, my weight and how I look really is secondary to my happiness.
I spent a great deal of my 20’s feeling a bit unloveable and ultimately that led me to pick bad men and end up in a relationship with a narcissistic man. My weight plummeted during that time and for my height (5”10) I was very underweight.
When I look back, I realise I was so stressed out that this is actually what kept the weight off. I lived in constant fear of losing something that actually wasn’t worth having. The thing that was worth having, my sense of self, independence and individuality.
When I eventually came to my senses (I was a bit late with this and it took me until my 30’s) I realised that the only thing that really matters is being happy. Since those photos were taken some four years ago, I have put on about a stone and a half in weight. But the thing is...I have never been happier.
I’ve never done a mytake before and I know that they’re supposed to be a bit longer but! I was feeling reflective and wanted to share 😊