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A Slight Transformation

So I'm sitting here procrastinating homework, the usual, I really need a spring break, but anyhow, I was looking through some pictures and I found this. This is a picture of my sisters and I last Christmas break (Dec 2011)
And this is a picture of me and my sisters from this past Christmas break one year later (Dec 2012):
A lot is the same between these two pictures. We're the same four sisters. Other than Abby and I swapping places we're standing in the exact same order. Both were taken at my grandparents' house in Virginia while I was on break from BYU. And these three girls are still my three dearest friends in the world.

At the same time, a lot has changed. We've grown a little bit, both as people and in height (well except for me). Amy got accepted to BYU (YES!), Abby started middle school, Jenn's become a little singing star! I decided what to do with my life and began pursuing a degree in Elementary Education. The biggest change between these pictures in my life is that I am 30 pounds lighter in the second picture than I was in the first. This was such a big accomplishment for me. I learned discipline in terms of eating. I also developed a love for exercise, which up until that point in my life I absolutely LOATHED. I began a healthy lifestyle, that I am proud to say that I am still maintaining and hope to maintain for the rest of my life! Best of all, I gained confidence in myself and in my appearance. I can't even remember the last time I'd felt confident in my appearance before I lost the weight. It feels incredible. I am so thankful for all those who supported me in this achievement. Finally, I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for hearing my prayers and giving me the strength I needed to reach this goal. I'm so thankful that he helped me become one HUGE step closer to seeing myself the way that he sees me!

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