Growing up, I was always the fat kid. The one who wore XL sized clothes. The one who has to buy custom school skirts because the ones at the store were too small. The one who deserved to be bullied into losing weight. 

I was incapacitated by my appearance, or so I thought. I ended up losing a quarter of my body weight, only to find that my dissatisfaction was not exterior - and once I did, my eyes were open.

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What I lost wasn't just the weight–

I had cleansed myself of my baggages.

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If you ever look at yourself and wonder why you're not happy, it just may be something more internal;

Something that no weight-loss pill or spa treatment or beauty product could resolve.