Yesterday, I went shopping with my mother and sister, and bought two dresses. Nothing unusual, you'd say, but it was, for me. After almost 10 years, I wore a size 8 dress, having been wearing a size 14 just this past February.
It is so exciting, and yet, so scary to have this happen. At 5' 1" (barely), I'm still not at a ideal weight and measurements, but I am so proud to have accomplished this much. And I am terrified~ about being able to maintain this. Its bewildering to discover a part of me I had forgotten. And I am painting again, another part of me that had gotten lost in the struggle of being an immigrant, and the daily pressures of school and work.
I'm going to keep doing what I am doing. Maybe this is how phoenixs feel.