"DID YOU GAIN WEIGHT?"

That was the question my friend asked me who had not seen me since summer holiday began.

Never for a second did I think that this comment was triggering.

I was neither happy nor upset about it. I just felt like it was a right comment.

It's exactly what happened to me.

It's exactly what I needed to happen.

I won't feel ashamed of what I've done to myself within the last couple of years.

Neither do I feel ashamed that I just let it go and gave up my dreams of having the "perfect body"

I might have given up my dream, but I've done it for a better reason: to achieve a better version of myself.

There is no such thing like "perfect me"

There is and only will be "better me"