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The day of surgery didn’t unfold in a way I can fully piece back together. It came in fragments. It came slowly and rushed at the same time. I remember waking up before my alarm and staring at the ceiling longer than I meant to. I checked the time more than once, even though I…

I thought I would have more time. More time to mentally prepare. More time to ease into the idea that this was really happening. More time to adjust to the weight of it all. Instead, everything moved faster than I expected. The call came on a normal day. I was sitting at my desk, working…

There was a point when the decision stopped living only in my head. Appointments were scheduled. Conversations were happening. Dates existed on calendars. The idea I had carried quietly was now moving forward, whether I felt fully ready or not. What surprised me most was how much of this phase had nothing to do with…

Once I admitted the truth to myself, I expected things to feel clearer. In some ways, they did. The constant internal argument quieted. I wasn’t trying to convince myself anymore. I had made a decision, even if I hadn’t taken the next steps yet. But clarity didn’t mean calm. There was relief — real relief…

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to have surgery. There wasn’t a dramatic breaking point or a single moment where everything fell apart. It was quieter than that — a growing awareness I could no longer talk myself out of. I had spent years trying to fix myself the “right” way. Trying harder.…

Before anything changed on the outside, there was a version of me that carried a lot quietly. I carried stories about who I thought I was allowed to be. I carried the belief that confidence came later — after weight loss, after “fixing” myself, after becoming someone more acceptable. What that looked like in real…

For years, I felt like my story didn’t quite fit anywhere. I was either too much or not enough — too focused on my body, or not focused enough on “doing better.” Somewhere along the way, I realized how often we tie our worth to our appearance, our weight, or a version of ourselves we…

This space has been on my heart for a long time. For years, I felt like my story didn’t quite fit anywhere. I was either too much or not enough — too focused on my body, or not focused enough on “doing better.” Somewhere along the way, I realized how often we tie our worth…