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#transformationtuesday

Y'all guyz. Holy wow.

So today, I was browsing my memory thing on Facebook and it showed me some photos of myself 4 years ago. Did you know me then? You didn't. I mean, the girl you think you may have known then, she wasn't real.  I can guarantee that even my closest friends and family members didn't know me then. You knew the person that I allowed people to see, but no one knew me. I was too ashamed to allow anyone to see who I truly was and what I was enduring.

So much has changed in four years. It feels like a blink of an eye and an eternity all at the same time. First and foremost, selfie filters y'all. Wow. Thank the lawd-y sweet baby Jesus for those!

For the real though, I'm not the same person. I'm whole now. I am an entirely different person and just like Popeye, I'm proud of who I am. I know how to switch utilities from one address to another, and how to check my oil. I know how to say 'no' without fear, and how to say 'yes' to things that matter to me. I can take a stand or be submissive all to the beat of my own drum.

When I dwell on the past, I still feel shame of who I was; but that girl is part of me, she drove me to be the person I am today, and I'm freaking proud to be this girl. This girl is loved and happy. What more could I ask for?

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