08/17/2026
This is probably one of the most vulnerable things I’ve shared here.
I’ve been looking through old photos lately, and I noticed something I can’t unsee.
The periods of my life when my body changed the most were also periods when I was living in prolonged stress, conflict, and survival mode.
And there was a chapter when something shifted.
I woke up.
Spiritually, emotionally, creatively.
I started recognizing patterns I couldn’t see before. I started finding pieces of myself I’d abandoned. I started feeling alive again.
And my body changed too.
I lost the weight.
But here’s the part I haven’t really wanted to admit:
I woke up, but I didn’t leave.
I understood that something in my life needed to change, and instead of completely following what I knew, I tried to make everything coexist.
And eventually, I found myself back in survival mode.
The weight came back.
Then more.
Today I am at the highest weight I’ve ever been.
There was a time when I would have looked at that sentence as proof that I failed.
I don’t anymore.
Because I’m starting to ask a completely different question:
What if my body isn’t the problem?
What if instead of punishing her, shrinking her, criticizing her, or desperately trying to get my old body back…
I listened?
There is psychology behind what prolonged stress can do to a human body.
And then there’s the spiritual question I’ve been sitting with:
What if our bodies sometimes recognize what our conscious minds aren’t ready to acknowledge yet?
I know how to diet.
I know how to lose weight.
That’s not the journey I’m interested in documenting this time.
I want to know what happens when I stop treating my body like an enemy and start creating a life where she doesn’t have to live on high alert.
Maybe this transformation won’t be about becoming the woman in the old photographs again.
Maybe it’s about finally becoming the woman I was trying to find in every single one of them.
This is the beginning.