The doctor told me I had to lose weight. I was upset and mad. I had felt overweight my whole life. I also have Scoliosis. Very little self-esteem as the overweight, hunched over, short girl. I let me self esteem issues get to me. Before I could even realize it, I was now embarrassed, angry, jealous, hopeless about how I saw myself. Parents sent me to a nutritionist at 15. That led to diet pills that didn't work that left me more emotional. In my early 30's when my knees hurt so bad, a doctor challenged my to lose weight. I told him I couldn't, he said prove me wrong. 86 lbs later, I was smaller. I was "skinny". I liked the way I looked. I was able to wear clothes I liked. I liked the new me, but nobody else did. My husband said I wasn't myself. My friends didn't want to be around me. I had become obsessed with exercise and health. I lost the weight the correct way: diet and exercise. I walked 2 times a day (no running or jogging) and ate great. And it worked since I did not have underlying health issues. However, no number was enough. I needed the scale to be less every day. I lost a lot of weight, love, friends, and myself. I had to learn how to live healthy again. I had to learn to love me for me and not a number on a scale of on my pants. I looked better than I had ever looked (to me), but was not attractive because mental health was not in a good place. Self-acceptance is beautiful and comes in all forms, sizes. Loving yourself is healthy.