Every morning, same routine: pose for a progress photo. Find my abs, turn on my left leg, flex hard, find the shield, flex hard, flex hard. Take the shot.
Every morning I see myself as strong and muscular. I am not the most, nor the biggest. Where I am on the spectrum isn’t important. That I can see myself in this light is.
The routine is a lesson, a practice, but also a tonic. It is only recently I could look at myself in a mirror or a photo without cringing. My default is no longer a sewer of self contempt. What was once a constant barrage of damning assaults is silent.
In today, I stand ready to begin.
Everyday, I start off into a better future.