This woman right here, I have never been so proud of before. She has been to 2 countries, learned a second language, started her career in a financial institution, had a baby, a miscarriage, owns a house, 5 cars, has 4 dogs, and 4 cats, and a husband who she can count on every day, even though he is 9 hours away training for a new job that will help give their daughter a better life. She lost her grandfather, father in law, and almost lost her mother to a heart attack.

She has BEAT depression, BEAT anxiety, and is winning her fight with obesity.

She is strong.

She is a fighter.

She is beautiful with her stretch marks and scars that tell her story.

She is me.