Throughout my years, I've always struggled with my weight. I've fluctuated in my sizing so much since my teens. My confidence would fluctuate along with my weight. Some days I'd feel super confident in an outfit I was wearing, and the next year I could be wearing the same outfit or a similar one and want to add a cardigan, or a sweater, something to hide the body parts I was suddenly so self conscious about. My arms. My stomach. My thighs. It changed depending on the day. Depending on the outfit.
I've written and re-written this post a bunch of times. Sometimes I sit here and I wonder, what can I say here? I know that this is my blog, and I can say what I want to. But sometimes I worry that certain people, if they come across a post, will get the wrong idea. The wrong opinion. And not that anyone's opinion but my own should matter, but there are relationships I've built over the years that I don't want to speak ill of. And I think some of the words I typed could've been misconstrued, and my message would have been lost.