This is a bigger issue some days than others, but it remains a problem in my life. I’ve lost 57 lbs, 5 pant sizes, and people who’ve known me for years are telling me I look like a different person, but I don’t see it. When I look in the mirror, I often see the same fat girl (who was really never *that* fat, if I’m honest) I’ve been seeing my entire adult life (except when I was pregnant-I loved my body then!). I know I’m smaller. I know I look different. These are facts, undisputable because they have pretty numbers to go with. However, I still zero in on the softness around my middle, the chubby face, the way I wish my arms were more toned…and I see a fat girl. I don’t see the strong woman who reached a goal 13 years in the making, or the mom who carves out time for herself so she can enjoy her days more fully. I see my belly. My belly that is so much closer to being abs than it’s ever been, but I still hate that it’s not. I want to celrbrate how far I’ve come, but I’m distracted by how much more I still want. It’s so stupid.