I know how it feels. I spent over 3 decades believing I had to look a certain way to stand a chance of getting the life I wanted.
I often cancelled evenings out or days on the beach.I couldn't bear to look in the mirror. I only saw imperfections in my reflection, holding me back from being happy and successful. Not thin enough, not pretty enough - not enough.
I was sure if I lost enough weight I'd finally have the life I'd always dreamed of.
I'd messed up my metabolism and my hormones and got myself in a pretty bad way with a lot of health issues. I had no energy to live my life. I was miserable. I truly believed losing weight was the only answer to all my troubles - but I just couldn't do it. What was wrong with me?
I had no idea then that how I looked, or how much I weighed made no difference to what I could do with my life, what I could achieve - unless I let it define me and limit me.