Today is hard. My clothes fit differently. The number is different. But I am the same. I am here, I remind myself.
I'm uncomfortable. But it's a feeling, and it will pass.
This is my body, and I deserve to love her and be kind to her now. Today. In this space.
The number doesn't show relaxed nights out, bagels with cream cheese, nights spent drinking with friends and mornings spent sleeping in.
I deserve to be happy, because this is my life.