Call me Kristine.

I'm the girl you've known since childhood--the one still working off the baby fat long after her peers have embraced the awkward, gangly phase. (I never had one of those.)

I'm the girl who's always tried too hard. Been the first to apologize and the last still laughing at herself long after her peers have found confidence and embraced it.

I nearly called off my wedding because I looked horrible in my dress. (Consequently, I would have missed out on a decade of good memories and two beautiful children. We're still going strong!) Speaking of a decade of memories, I have--maybe--20 photos to show for it. I can dodge a camera better than most politicians dodge straight answers. 

If you've made it this far--and thank you, by the way--I beg you to do one thing. Believe I can do this. I think I lost faith that weight loss, for me, is possible sometime between fad diet #2 and #200. I don't even know why I'm giving this thing another shot, but here I am.

Maybe you're thinking, "Believe you can do this? I don't even know you."

Yes. Yes, you do. I'm every chubby, insecure girl you've ever met with sadness behind her smile.

--K