I see me...
For the first time in days, when I looked in the mirror, I saw me. About 6 months ago..it took a lot of effort.. but I started to see myself as beautiful. Yes.. I'm overweight.. I have a big nose..but I am beautiful, especially in the unique way that is "Dana." I still get shy when people tell me it, but it's not because I don't believe it. I'm just not accustomed to others seeing it..or saying it. When I found FL, I learned a new word - "body-positive." It.. changed things for me because it put a word to what I was feeling. Everyone is beautiful, from railthin praying-mantis girls to girls that jiggle when they walk. But for the last few days..when I looked in the mirror..all I saw was sad, bloodshot eyes from crying, a puffy face and sallow skin. Tonight? I 've only cried a few times today and when I looked in the mirror tonight.. I saw me peeking back at me.
Also.. there is a certain power in knowing that these photos (which I just took in the bathroom and had *fun* taking) are all post-Kyle. The girl in these photos...Kyle will never get to experience. Does my crazy logic make sense? Anyway...there are a lot of them >.>
Also.. there is a certain power in knowing that these photos (which I just took in the bathroom and had *fun* taking) are all post-Kyle. The girl in these photos...Kyle will never get to experience. Does my crazy logic make sense? Anyway...there are a lot of them >.>