I stood in front of that mirror feeling absolutely broken. I was buried so deep in the ground I didn’t know if I could ever reach the light. I was desperate for change; Yet, I felt hopeless that change could ever happen for me.
I took that photo a few days shy from my surgery date. The decision to undergo bariatric surgery was not easy. I was afraid. I was uncertain of how my life would change or if it would change at all. The latter of which is what I feared the most.
Fast forward 365 days and I stand in front of this mirror proud. In the past 12 months I’ve allowed myself the opportunity to flourish, to discover parts of myself I never knew existed, to find my passion in an unexpected avocation. Every single aspect of my life has changed, both mentally and physically. The first chapter of my journey might be over, but my story is still being written. 😜
