Today I experienced something for the first time. I finished my exercise and then I stripped down to take a shower. I stood for a moment, eyeing my body in the mirror. Same hair, same face I've had a while. Then my eyes moved lower and I turned to the side, seeing how the weight loss has affected my breasts and stomach.
That's when it hit me. I wasn't glaring, frowning, or even just looking matter-of-factly at myself. I was studying it with a sense of satisfaction. The emotions and thoughts were...positive. About my own body.
I'm not done, not nearly, with the weight loss and toning and body adjustments. But I've come a long way and, for once, I feel proud.
It's an odd feeling. But maybe that's part of that whole confidence thing, again.
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