Let's do this.

With this elective surgery comes a surge of emotions: relief, guilt, anxiety, and joy to name a few. I will literally have a huge weight lifted. 

It's overwhelming.

My body does not adequetly represent who I am. I feel trapped inside of a backwards tortiose shell. I know I'm beautiful. My beauty isn't measured in pounds or compression garnments. My beauty is measured in my heart and mind. My beauty is in Christ. I  know I'm beautiful. Now my body will have the chance to better reflect my heart and mind.

The weight I carry will be lifted so I walk taller. 
The weight I carry will be lifted so I can live longer. 
The weight I carry will be lifted so I can dance without pain. 
The weight I carry will be lifted so I can run alongside my children. 
The wait to remove the shell is over. 

It's overwhelming. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.

Let's do this.