MyrtleMyrtle

I’m just a mess, a hot, sweaty, chubby mess. I used to think being a wife and mother was enough, but it turns out it wasn’t even close. My ex-husband traded me in for a younger model, and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces. These days, you can find me at the gym, desperately clinging to whatever shred of self-worth I can muster. I’ve got stretch marks, sweat stains, and a whole lot of insecurity. My body may have given up on me, but I refuse to give up on myself.