Looking at my body, I see how huge the changes are.
Although there are hints of my former self in my face and I’m as small as before, the differences are overwhelming.
I get a little bit lightheaded. I have to grab hold of the mirror.
My mind says it is not right.
But my skin, my face, the whole body feels so nice.
I’m in a turmoil and I’m sure everyone can read my feelings in my face.
That is too much, I sit down on the bed and cry.
I don’t know if I’m angry or happy or mad at everyone here. I’m just exhausted.