For all the times I’ve ever felt like my happiness was contingent on my weight, here is evidence that it’s not true.

For all the times I’ve thought that I would finally be content if I were 20lbs lighter, 50lbs lighter, or more, here is proof that it’s about more than that.

Because today I’m not the heaviest I’ve ever been, but I’m far from my thinnest or fittest… but it was a perfect day.

Today I wasn’t at my ideal weight, and I was happy anyway.

(Note to self: my happiness is not related to my weight.)