I’ve gone back and forth on sharing this, because asking for help is hard… but this journey has been too important, too painful, and too life-changing not to be honest about it.

I lost 240 pounds.

Even typing that feels surreal. There was a time I felt trapped in my own body — exhausted, uncomfortable, and honestly, scared for my future. But I made a decision to fight for my life. Day by day, choice by choice, I pushed through the hard moments, the setbacks, the days I wanted to quit… and somehow, I made it here.

I’m proud of that. I really am.

But what people don’t see is what I’m still carrying.

The excess skin left behind isn’t just cosmetic. It’s heavy. It pulls, it rubs, it causes constant irritation and pain. It makes working out harder, wearing clothes uncomfortable, and even simple daily tasks feel exhausting. As a caregiver, I give so much of myself to others — but physically, this makes my job even more challenging.

And emotionally… it’s hard. After everything I’ve fought through, I still don’t fully feel at home in my body. I’ve come so far, but I’m not quite free yet.

Skin removal surgery is the final step in this journey — not for vanity, but for relief, healing, and the chance to finally feel like my outside matches the strength I’ve built inside.

Unfortunately,insurance won’t cover all the cost for my surgery and the cost is something I can’t manage alone.

So this is me, being vulnerable and asking for help.

If you can donate, share, or even just send encouragement, it truly means more than I can put into words. You’re not just helping me with a surgery — you’re helping me finish a journey I’ve given everything to.

Thank you for seeing me, supporting me, and being part of this chapter of my life ❤️