For those who know me, I was different when I was younger. I had more confidence, more innocence, more joy and I knew who I was. I tried changing myself so many times to please my husband that somewhere along the lines, I realized that I had lost my identity. I couldn't go back to where I was before because I had already changed so much. When he committed adultery, I lost all my self esteem. I was five months pregnant at that time I found out and I struggled because I felt even more unattractive with a gigantic stomach. I gave up on myself for two years and just felt like I didn't care anymore. I notice that I still don't. I just miss that feeling when I did. I was thinking yesterday that maybe I should try. For those who have lost their identities before, they know it's a long process. I want to start today.