I’ve stopped trying to get back to her.
The old version of me. The one with abs and no back pain, who thought “strong” meant hard edges and no softness.
Now I’m learning what strong looks like here.
Now.
In stretch marks.
In slower mornings.
In saying no.
This is my current energy: less comeback, more becoming.
I’ve absolutely gone backwards. But now it’s about moving forward again, differently this time.
Some days I hate how soft I’ve become. Other days I see a woman rebuilding from the ground up.
I’ve never felt this close to it all. To the body, to the want.
I’ve already found and saved more surgeons than I ever thought I would.
I’ve spoken with clinics across the country and internationally, several consultations deep.
And every time I put down the phone, it feels less like vanity and more like reclamation.
I don’t need to bounce back.
I just need to keep going.
