When you’ve had an entire month where you’ve not quite got out of the ‘fuck it it’s christmas’ mindset, and you haven’t been feeling the best for it, and then your best friend sends you the picture on the left from a year ago… I’d rather be enjoying my life and have my jeans be slightly too tight than go back to that. You can no longer see my ribs and a chest that’s practically concave, and a sunken face that makes me look 80👵 I’d sent that photo to show the XS dress and how bloody awful it looked on me, blaming the dress and not realising it was the body underneath. And yet I still determined to get smaller. It’s only when you put the two pictures side by side that I’ve realised how much has changed in a year. I’ve been slightly bigger, and I’ve been slightly smaller, and I think I’m finally finding the perfect middle ground.