I remember that day (on the left). One of my good high school friends invited me to her first born's baby shower. No one had seen me since high school, and I put on a few pounds. I felt uncomfortable and out of place, but still put on a smile and was there for my friend. I keep looking back at pictures from the summer and seeing how small I was. Low body fat but still miserable. Like wtf?! When is enough enough. Someone punch me if I ever say I'm fat again. You hear it often, "I'll take that "fat" over this "fat" and that struggle is accurate AF, because we constantly think we aren't good enough. I'm living in the moment and embracing my gains and the fact that tomorrow, I will be FOUR MONTHS BINGE/PURGE FREE. Take that, dumb ED!