A friend took a candid picture of me Feminist Grow A Pair Shirt yesterday. Me, unaware, I didn’t go into the pro-pose mode as I always say, “I’m not that cute, I just take good pictures. I saw it & didn’t recognize myself at all. I still see Hay from 2 years ago, blown up from steroids, drowning in depression keeping my cancer diagnosis a secret.
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New Feminist Grow A Pair Shirt
There’s a 100+lb difference Feminist Grow A Pair Shirt between these, can you tell? I just stared at it in disbelief for a few minutes. It’s an odd feeling not recognizing yourself the way others see you. I wore, IMO, too much makeup back then, to try to make myself look prettier & hide, ironically enough, bc.
I didn’t like my body at Feminist Grow A Pair Shirt that time bc of how much & how quickly everything changed once I began treatment. Nowadays, I opt for mascara & chapstick only most of the time. Isn’t it weird that I can actually feel both of these pictures? Despite the smile on the one on the left taken in summer 2018, I was far from content. I’m at peace now most of the time.