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GLP-1 Enthusiast
Years ago, I lost fifty pounds and got nearly to goal before breaking and gaining it all back. But on the first day when I looked in the mirror and felt beautiful (for me, that happens at around 156-7 pounds, though my goal weight is 125 for my height), I went and bought a pretty shirt; a little frillier than I usually wear, very fitted, not terribly stretchy, and was so pleased.
Then when I gained the weight back, I couldn't fit into it, so I put it in the spare bedroom closet because it was too sad to look at and know I couldn't wear it.
Yesterday, I noticed I've felt beautiful again, and pulled the shirt and wore it. Fits fine.
Last night, after I finished passing a little time with a guy whom I sometimes pass a little time with, I stretched out and announced "look at my new body!" He said "it's beautiful!" (though he had the good sense to add "your old body was beautiful too," because I don't pass time with any fools.)
I'm 45, and perimenopausal, and so happy to feel beautiful. I needed this.
Then when I gained the weight back, I couldn't fit into it, so I put it in the spare bedroom closet because it was too sad to look at and know I couldn't wear it.
Yesterday, I noticed I've felt beautiful again, and pulled the shirt and wore it. Fits fine.
Last night, after I finished passing a little time with a guy whom I sometimes pass a little time with, I stretched out and announced "look at my new body!" He said "it's beautiful!" (though he had the good sense to add "your old body was beautiful too," because I don't pass time with any fools.)
I'm 45, and perimenopausal, and so happy to feel beautiful. I needed this.
