My weight is an obvious difference between these two pictures.
But what you don’t see is the binges. You don’t see me turning down social opportunities or trying to fit them into my calorie ‘allowance’. Changing outfits 10 times to find one that doesn’t make me feel awful. The fear of getting naked in front of somebody. The tears over boys making comments about how unattractive I was before. The frustration over the scale not changing. The disappointment when looking in the mirror.
I love myself. All of those things have helped me experiment with who I am and become confident. I don’t count calories or track anymore. I exercise when I feel like it. I have been binge free for almost a year.
I still have bad days. But I’m free. My body is where it’s supposed to be.