Frizzy hair, Plain Jane eyeglasses… When did this happen? The chubby frump in the mirror sticks her tongue out at me. First grade? Yep. That’s when.
But I don’t feel like a chubby frump inside, and I’m sick of looking like one. It’s up to me to un-frump myself. It’s up to me to lose weight. No one can do it for me.
And I can do it. I know I can. Look at what I’ve accomplished so far. I left everything familiar and moved to the city. I broke up with a rotten boyfriend. I bought myself a house close to the job I love.
You’ve got this, Amy Munro.