Being alive made me happy today (after a shaky, dysphoric start).
I love seeing the external me morphing into the internal me.
I love my little boobs, the hips I can swing and the fact that despite losing weight, I'm having trouble fitting my butt into my old jeans.
I love that my skin is so smooth and soft compared to what used to feel like a weatherbeaten saddlebag to me.
I love that I don't want to die anymore and that I have no desire to go back to my old self-destructive lifestyle.
I love that without trying, I don't think of myself as my past self anymore.
I am Alisen, and I am genuinely happy to be alive.