Once upon a time I was an overweight girl. Had been for a majority of my life. In fact I don’t think there’s really a time I remember when I wasn’t overweight. I was the girl the kids and even teachers poked fun at. The girl who hid behind her crazy hair colors, over sized black t-shirts, and bubbly personality. The girl who was much happier with my nose stuck in a book or singing in choir. I wasn’t the girl who was popular because I was an all-star on the basketball team or a cheerleader.
The girl who stayed in a crappy relationship because I thought it was what I deserved. I was so desperate for love from a guy that I stuck it out, even though inside I was miserable. I ate my feelings instead of backing out of the relationship. The girl who gained 40lbs in 8 months that I was in that relationship. The girl who ate over 2 dozen cookies in 2 days when things fell apart in that relationship.
Then I became the girl who went to a Weight Watchers meeting with her mom. The girl who fell in love with such a great program that worked for her. The girl who gained a pound of confidence with every single pound she shed. The girl who changed her lifestyle to become healthier and happier with herself.
I’m now the girl who has lost half herself (164 pounds) and counting with the help of Weight Watchers. The girl who married the man of her dreams. The girl who wakes up every day and feels beautiful. The girl who is incredibly happy and wouldn’t change anything for the world.