01/02/2026
đ May 17, 1993
High school graduation day. I was 17 years old, nearly 400 pounds, wearing a size 30 dress under that gown⌠and graduating #3 in my class.
I always wanted one of those shirts that said, âAll this and brains, too!â
Problem was:
1. It didnât come in my size.
2. My body didnât qualify in the right way for the âall thisâ part.
But now? Oh, Iâm getting that shirt. Because itâs never too late to own your shineâand wit. đ
Itâs been 32 years.
Wait⌠32 years?! Felt like only yesterday I was hiding in books while other girls were out living their âteenage dream.â I convinced myself I didnât need it. But I wanted it.
I had big dreams. Still do.
And the girl in that photo? In addition to wearing her cap and gownâshe was wearing layers of pain, hope, brilliance, sadness, and resilience.
She would go on to lose 200 poundsâbut not in a straight line. Sheâd do it through starts and stops, surgeries, therapy, tears, and bold decisions. And sheâd do it without ever losing her brillianceâjust finally learning to believe in it. And show up as herself. As her already perfect (but couldnât see it) self.
Iâm 50 now. I look back at her with so much love.
She got me here.
And she deserves her flowersâand a t-shirt.
And she is me. Same tendencies. Same humanness. Same personality. Same spark. With new understanding of how to embrace all of me and shape it into a life that I love.
These days, Iâm not just telling my story. Iâm building something for others like meâthose whoâve walked a long, winding road and are ready for a clear way forward
If that sounds like your story too, Iâd love to hear from you. đ