Chapter 1: Acknowledging the Struggle

In the past, I have mistreated my body, taking it for granted and underestimating its potential. I pushed it beyond its limits, subjecting it to relentless diets and workouts, all while neglecting the essential need for rest.

Throughout my journey, the harsh judgments from others echoed in my mind—comments like "thunder thighs" and "look at her arms" grew louder, dominating my thoughts. The words of my peers, especially during my formative years, cut deeply, making the desire to fit in feel all-consuming.

I often resorted to extreme measures, depriving myself of food and exercising for hours, despite feeling faint. My body had no choice but to adapt to the starvation mode I forced upon it, and for that, I am deeply sorry.

The focus was never on my body but rather on the external opinions of those around me. I felt out of place in both life and clothing, leading to a belief that I was insufficient. Yet, we have always been exactly who we needed to be—nothing more, nothing less.

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