Every day I have this picture of me nearby. On my desk when I’m at home, in my purse in the car, in my book that I read while working out. It’s right there reminding me that there is a goal in mind. I’ll lose the weight eventually, and maybe with it, I’ll lose the insecurity and the self-consciousness that many years of mental self-abuse has given me. If I like myself, maybe I’ll be happy. For now, I keep this picture nearby.