Dear You,
Look at you – not just starting a journey, but changing the tone of your entire life.
Yes, your clothes are fitting better. You’ve noticed it in the way your waistband no longer digs in. You can button jeans without holding your breath like you’re in a denim survival challenge.
But something else is shifting too – something bigger than fabric and fit.
You laughed with your daughter the other day – a big, belly-deep laugh, while watching Karate Kid: The Legend. No stress. No tension. Just presence. Connection. Joy. You were there with her, not distracted by discomfort or weighed down by self-judgment. That moment mattered. Because your transition isn’t just happening in your body – it’s happening in your relationships, too.
You’re more open. More available. More you.
And this version of you? She’s not here to fix herself. She’s here to return to herself. To reconnect with the softness and sass that life and responsibility tried to quiet down.
You’ve let go of a relationship that couldn’t meet you. You’ve stopped waiting for the scales to confirm your efforts. You’ve started choosing joy – in movement, in food, in music, in motherhood.
You’re leading your daughter not with lectures, but with example. You are showing her what it looks like when a woman chooses herself. She chooses not out of selfishness, but out of self-respect.
There will still be hard days. But now you know how to move through them.
With grace. With music. With short shorts and a quiet strength that stretches beyond your reflection.
You’re not just shifting weight — you’re shifting legacy. For your daughter. For yourself.
So keep going. Keep laughing. Keep rising.
This isn’t a new chapter.
This is a new language.
And you’re finally fluent in you.
With love,
Me – the woman who came home to herself.
