I know that your body doesn’t look quite the same as you remember. It’s curvier. Heavier. Softer. It sags in some places and groans in others. Your clothes don’t all fit. I know that’s the third shirt you tried on today… and you only “settled” on it because you felt like there was nothing else. I know that your first instinct is to hide away. You don’t want to be seen like this because it doesn’t feel like you. You judge yourself and bear the weight of perceived expectations. You compare your progress to others, and feel disappointment and shame when your journey is different. But… you are different. When…