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DAY2: STRANGE do you see beauty? or a grotesque picture? One would think that losing weight would make you feel beautiful. The first time a scale was introduced to me I was just shy of 200lbs. I was solid
Muscle, 5’7, and described as Amazonian. As adulthood hit, I was at 220, and didnt feel well. But I didn’t actively exercise. I had moved, and my job was 3-4kms away. I walked both ways. That is when the 230lbs I leveled off at after having my daughter, went down to185lbs. Everyone made a huge deal to “how stunning I looked”, and all I could see were the veins popping out on my neck and hands. I felt sickly. So this is what I looked liked at what I considered my worst. So this is my STRANGE photo, I see sickly, and others see beauty. #day2 #junephotochallenge #june2013photochallenge #strange