A note from me, to me:

I want to take a moment to reflect on this journey — not just the weight I’ve lost, but everything I’ve gained.

This wasn’t just about changing my body. It was about finally deciding I deserve to feel good — truly good — in my skin, my mind, and my spirit. I didn’t start this journey out of self-hate or shame. I started it with a quiet whisper of self-love, a hope that I could create a better, brighter life for myself.

I didn’t punish myself into transformation. I led with empathy. I forgave myself for the years I felt stuck, and I began treating my body like it deserved care, not criticism. Fitness became my sanctuary — not for shrinking, but for strengthening. I moved because it made me feel alive. I focused on protein and nourishment, not restriction. I learned to eat to thrive, not just to survive.

But more than anything, I healed. I looked at the pain I’d carried for so long — the unspoken traumas, the shame, the insecurity — and I met it with love. I gave myself the time and space to process. To unlearn old patterns. To finally believe I was worthy of confidence, joy, and peace.

And slowly, everything began to shift.

My body changed, yes. But the deeper change was how I saw myself. I started showing up differently. I started choosing boundaries over burnout, joy over obligation, strength over silence. My confidence isn’t tied to a number anymore — it’s rooted in the way I honor myself now, the way I care for this body, this heart, this life.

I’m proud of how far I’ve come. Not because it was easy, but because I did it with love. I didn’t just lose weight — I shed layers of fear, guilt, and doubt. I became someone I’m proud of. And I know this is just the beginning.

xo,

Lanna

I hope you see yourself writing a similar letter in the near future.