Yesterday I turned 24 – which I had been dreading for months, wondering where time had gone, worrying myself silly that I hadn’t achieved what I had wanted to by this age. And then yesterday it finally hit me – I’ve achieved far more than I ever could have imagined and this alone is more important and invaluable than anything else.
I’ve always been shy, reserved, and lacked incredible confidence in myself – and I knew deep down this had always been linked to my appearance and weight. I have never felt attractive, worthy or even worth looking at before. I’ve always seen myself as fat and ugly.
In January of this year enough was enough – 23 years of hiding behind a shadow of insecurity. I knew something had to change. I never believed what people said about weight loss, that it’s hard to see a slimmer version of yourself in the mirror and for months now I’ve been staring back at the same reflection – still lacking confidence, still hiding in baggy clothes and not being able to see a change and up until yesterday I still couldn’t see it. I couldn’t even dare to believe it.
When I put on this dress yesterday evening I finally saw the reflection staring back at me – and something was different. The girl staring back was no longer a scared little girl anymore – she was a brave, young, and attractive woman.
I held my head high yesterday evening, and even dared to smile. Because I was happy. And if it’s taken me all this time to realise that the key to happiness is confidence, then I’m going to cherish every single moment from now on.