I’ve lost 182 lbs. It took me 8 years. And the truth is… I’m still learning to see myself. This isn’t just a “before and after.” It’s years of fighting for my health, battling PCOS, navigating the emotional aspect of weight loss and unlearning the shame I carried around my body for so long. There were so many times I wanted to quit. So many times I did quit — but somehow, I kept coming back. Because deep down, I knew I deserved more than survival. I deserved to feel alive in my body. I’m proud of how far I’ve come, but I won’t lie — the loose skin still makes me self-conscious. Some days it feels like a reminder of how far I let things go. Other days, it feels like battle scars. Proof that I made it through. I’m not at the end of this journey. I don’t even know if there is an “end.” But today, I’m choosing to share this photo — not because I think I look perfect, but because I finally see strength where I used to only see shame. If you’re struggling, please hear this: you are not ...