My story short

Since my childhood, I've struggled with weight issues, never quite achieving a fite.

When I reached the age of 24, I I realized that I needed to shed the excess weight that had been bothering me for so long, so I opted for sleeve surgery.

Ironically, I wanted to keep the surgery a secret, and only a select few people knew about it. Enduring the pain, coping with small portions, occasional vomiting, and losing interest in various flavors were all challenging, but the satisfaction of seeing positive results and feeling like a hero was worth it. That was until I started experiencing vitamin deficiencies, which led to a sudden trip to the hospital. Suddenly, my surgery became public knowledge, to whom I lied and since than the judgmental looks didn't left me.

After going through pregnancy, I regained the weight, and the sense of failure haunted me, lurking in my closet and staring back at me in the mirror.

It's hard for me to find words to describe myself positively. My mindset is at an all-time low, and my consistency is nonexistent.

I'm lost and don't know how to guide myself on a meaningful journey. I begin, and then I give up, unsure of how to proceed.