I firmly believe in loving oneself, and that you don’t have to be a certain size, height, or body type to be beautiful. I know that this is just a number, and a scale really means nothing. But to me, this is a symbol of how far I have come. I have been struggling with depression, for quite a while now… and with that, sometimes I go days without eating at a time. A few months back I went from 107lbs , to 90 lbs… in less than a week. I was disappointed, because I’ve never had an easy time keeping weight on and couldn’t believe I let myself become so unhealthy. After changing my eating habits, not allowing myself to go to bed without at least two meals and exercising more often… I weigh more than I ever have. It feels good to be able to fit my pants again. And I’m actually proud. This is a huge accomplishment, in my eyes. I won’t let this sadness eat me alive.
Today is my nephew’s birthday. :) This is the best I could do, I’m not really an artist. I still remember holding him six years ago, for the first time at the hospital. So small, so precious. Time has really flown by, and he is growing too fast for Auntie Jessie’s liking. Sad I won’t be able to make it to his birthday party, but so happy Memaw and the rest of the family can. Happy birthday, Owie! Auntie Jessie loves you. <3