For years, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was just… “off.”
I wasn't sick. If you asked my family or my doctor, they’d say I was "fine."
But I didn't feel fine. I felt like I was living in a body that didn't belong to me anymore.
I’d wake up already feeling exhausted. I’d look in the mirror and barely recognize the woman staring back at me. And the worst part? — I was doing everything "right."
I was the one ordering the grilled chicken and salad while everyone else had pasta. I was the one hitting the pavement for walks every single evening while the rest had movie nights.
But every morning, the scale didn’t care.
My energy didn’t care.