Alyson

One time, I had a dream that I was so happy with myself. You wouldn’t think that you could feel something in your subconscious that you had never felt consciously, but I did. I was really alive in that dream. I wanted to be everywhere and see everyone, and have everyone see me, because I felt so radiant. I knew I looked good, and that was the best feeling in the world.

I feel sad writing that, because there are so many things that I am, thankfully, able to do besides work on physical me. But if I allow myself to reach my physical goals and stop holding myself back with fear, could I finally reach true happiness?

Because of that dream, I know what loving myself feels like. I know what I need to do, and be, to make myself proud; I have known for a while, so I shouldn’t feel sad at all. And if it’s working on physical me, then so be it. ♦