“This might not seem like a huge difference to others, but for me, it’s monumental. These photos are six months apart – the one on the right was taken just two months into my treatment, and the one on the left is from today.
My weight has always fluctuated – sometimes I’ve been curvy, sometimes strong, but rarely just small. I used to celebrate every pound lost when I stepped on the scale. Now, I fear it. Before getting sick, I was probably the strongest I’d ever been. Even though I still found flaws, overall I felt happy in my body.
When I was diagnosed with cancer, one of my biggest fears was losing all the strength and progress I had worked so hard for. That fear, in some ways, was even harder to process than the diagnosis itself. I thought I’d feel weak and hate my body.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I had no idea just how amazing my body truly was – not only to fight cancer, but to handle the harsh side effects of treatment while still letting me do the things I love.
Yes, I may be smaller now. I may have lost muscle. But my body is stronger than it has ever been. For the first time, I truly love and appreciate it for what it is and all it continues to do for me. ❤️ xx”
💙💙💙💙