Life Of A Nappy-Headed Fat Chic

One year later… 130lbs lost… The revelation of my innerself, the shedding of the shell that protected me while battling demons that consumed me.

I’m blessed.

Many of you have been with me on this journey from the very beginning and have been the biggest support system a woman could ask for. This past year has been one of ups and downs, but mostly ups. 

I’m happy.

I never imagined that one difficult decision that I’d resisted for years would change my life in such a way. Weight loss surgery helped me regain my confidence in my own abilities. It was the key to opening the door through which I could step and emerge as a new woman. Well, more like the woman I always knew I could be, but was too afraid to face? To show? I don’t know.

I’m empowered.

My motivation to succeed and be the best woman I could be has grown exponentially. With the help of weight loss surgery, I became a believer in my own success. I knew that I would have to work extra hard and stay committed and focused to something for more than a few months. This is something I’ve rarely been able to do in the past. This time, I was determined. I became a gym rat. I became an inspiration for others. I became more educated in how the body works and about healthier eating. So much about me changed and I am proud of myself.

I’m new.

I’ve lost a total of 172lbs from my highest weight ever. I’m currently 234.8 lbs, down from 406lbs 10 years ago. I went from 64 inch hips to 46 inch hips. I just fit into a size “Small” T shirt the other day. Bananas. Best of all, I feel like who I am inside is now reflected outside, no longer hidden.

I’m free.