I Couldn’t Stop Staring

I stood in front of the mirror last night, afraid to turn out the light. I saw something, and I was afraid I wouldn’t see it again. I saw the outline of my face, and it looked different. My face was thinner, and I started to see what it may look like when I lose all this weight.

I was transfixed, and I couldn’t move. I haven’t seen my face quite like this before. I was scared that if I walked away or turned out the light I wouldn’t ever get to see it again. It was nice, and it was pretty. I saw my face, and liked what I saw. I turned to the side, because my profile still shows my fatter face, and saw my old face looking back at me. I slowly turned to the front, and there was my new thinner face peeking back at me.

Was it real, is it in my head? Our minds can play tricks on us. I just know that I hadn’t seen my face look like that before. I can see that as I lose weight, it will take years off my face. I will look younger, without a face lift. I do worry about how many true wrinkles I have. When you have a fat face, it fills out those wrinkles! It’s okay, I’ll take a thinner face with a few wrinkles, because I’ll know it’s attached to a healthier body.

I’m scared I won’t see it again. I will, I’m sure it will greet me again, but it’s hard to imagine. My face has been bloated and overweight for so long now. It’s a wild ride I’m on, and I’m loving the changes.