This is scary to admit, to myself, and publicly. With my history of an eating disorder and body image issues, it can feel terrifying.
But I've come a hell of a long way. I still think I look beautiful. It was been an adventure, full of great food, libations, travel, sleepless nights, and an insane amount of fun that brought me here.
Yes, I would like to shake off some of the extra weight so that I can feel a little more at home in my skin, and fit into my favourite jeans and dresses, but we'll take it one step at a time with health being the number one priority.
My body is telling me very clearly to drink less, hydrate more, sleep, nourish and get active. I like doing all these things. I feel good when I'm doing all these things. I'm prepared to give myself all the self love and care I need.
I like myself at this weight, and any weight, and will continue to love myself through all the ups and downs that life throws me. I am proud to have come this far.
I have also come to a place where I am no longer trying to drown out my present state. I am building positive relationships based on honesty and communication. I am building proper foundations and no longer feeling as unstable.
I like this girl. I even like these newfound curves and the fact that I can own some cleavage now. So there. I never gained the freshman 15 in university, so maybe I wasn't having enough wild fun.
Here's to the Gypsy 15, loving myself right now, making some healthy changes, and every part of this wild and wonderful journey.