I’m marrying this dress and you can’t stop me.

* THE PHOTO ON THE LEFT IS NOT MY HW AND THE PHOTO ON THE RIGHT IS NOT MY CW/LW *

In the photo on the left, I am approx. 15 lbs down. In the photo on the right, I am approx. 140 lbs down. I was looking through my mobile uploads on Facebook and I came across these two photos and it struck me how similar the expression I’m making in them are. The same sort of body language and everything.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t really see any difference between the girl on the left or the girl on the right. The same sort of goes with this photo. Both of them are me. They are just different sizes.

I’m not sure why I’m posting this— just for fun, I guess!

Successful day at the gym with Nikole!

So successful that my eyebrows have gone haywire. Wut.

This is Nikole and I. We are in an old pair of PJ pants featuring Sponge Bob. These particular pajamas were my favourite when I weighed 350 pounds. They were tight. In fact, at one point, I had to retire them because they were too uncomfortable to sport during my slumber.

Today, I can fit one of me and one of her in each leg with a lot of room to spare.

A year and a half ago— I never would have believed this was possible. I never thought I’d have lost 150 pounds. I never thought I’d have gained confidence. I never thought I’d be happy. I never thought I’d be proud of anything I had done.

And, now, I’m proud of everything I’ve done and I know that at the end of my weight loss journey I’ll be able to say the same.

Things that I like: old shirts that are now dresses.

It has become clear to me that I am not in possession of a booty. Damn.

Nikole was peeing— so Kelsey and I decided to have a pre-workout photo shoot. Best friends 5eva. 

*Warning: Sentimental Rambling* 

I miss my red hair but I do not miss my puffy cheeks, the excess chins, or the incredibly sad look that rests in the girl on the lefts eyes. 

While the change in my appearance isn’t something that is incredibly important to me, because I was beautiful either way, I enjoy placing pictures of ‘then-Brynn’ and ‘now-Brynn’ beside one another because the contrast is astounding. That sounds seriously cocky— but I look at photos of me from a year ago and I have to frown because, despite my lame attempts at something that resembles a smile, I was considerably forlorn. 

Now, in the simplest words, I am happy. Not because I’ve lost weight but because I’ve discovered how awesome, strong, and resilient I actually am.

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I think I’m funny because I am. 

I consider this progress because it is nice to know that I’m comfortable enough to post pictures in which my face is distorted and still feel completely comfortable in my beauty and skin.