I replied without hesitation!

“How much do you weigh now?” someone asked.

“86 kilos,” I replied, instantly, without hesitation.

“Oh, wow... I mean, how much did you weigh before starting the diet?” they continued.

“95. Yep, too much, I know,” I said.

    No, this isn't just small talk to me. It’s much deeper.

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve always avoided questions about my weight, my size. Maybe that’s why I’ve always hated numbers, who knows? The kind of numbers that are supposed to define us: age, weight, height, salary...

    The funny part? I was never bullied or body-shamed. So I honestly don’t know where the insecurity came from.

    I always told myself: “It’s my body. I won’t give a shit about what people think of it.” I thought that was confidence.

    Apparently, I was wrong.

    I never really felt confident, not until yesterday. Not until I faced the very thing I used to avoid.

    That moment taught me something: shedding body weight is nothing compared to shedding the weight of insecurity.

    It took me nearly three decades to figure that out.