This is the journey to the real me. Back to the person I once was. The happy go lucky preteen girl, who had a lot of friends, was pretty, and overall the happiest person you could have ever met. The girl who changed how people felt about her with a simple joke or a smile. The girl who was never afraid to speak to someone, in fear of judgment. The girl who I want to be. I need to find her again. She is always the subject of my imagination. I know she is still inside of me, she is just buried under all the oppressive layers of fat that have trapped and hidden her away from everyone to see. This is my journey to free her. This is my journey to the real me.