I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised perfection or a person safe or comfortable in her skin. But I'm trying.
Yes, I’ve gained a lot of weight recently, but the only way it will hurt me is if I let it. I can choose to cry over it (believe me, I have) or I can be relieved that I’m almost where I need to be. I have senior pictures this morning, and instead of worrying about how fat I must look, I can try to just be happy that I get to wear a pretty shirt.
It’s all about perspective.