I used to be thin, outgoing, happy. I wore my heart on my sleeve. I never shied away from putting myself out there
I used to be thin, outgoing, happy. I wore my heart on my sleeve. I never shied away from putting myself out there, never shrinking from the spotlight. I used to be so sure of myself and the things I believed in. I was confident, poised. But no more.
Because the truth is, I’m not who I used to be.
I’m overweight. I walk on eggshells. I’m way too hard on myself. I often obsess over things that are out of my control. I don’t laugh as much as I used to. I’m sad. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I feel unappreciated. I’m self-conscious. I feel stuck.
I may not be who I used to be, but I’ve become so much more.
I’m compassionate and kind. I love unapologetically. I’m empathetic. I’m loyal. Most importantly, I’m resilient. And that’s something to be grateful for.
I’m grateful to have you in my life. On top of everything you said, you’re loyal and beautiful and a wonderful mother and friend. I know how if feels to lose a part of yourself. I hope it comes back to you.
Thank you, Pam! I wish the same for you as well.
“I may not be who I used to be, but I’ve become so much more.” This was beautiful. I often feel like I’ve lost a part of myself since becoming ill but this made me reconsider that. Maybe I’m still me, but stronger.