*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.
