Wellp, here's a back view (YIKES.)
Before working out, or apparently a decent outfit. I look horrendous. This was when I met one of my favorite bands, All Time Low. The next time I meet them, I'm going to be hot enough to be confident and be able to actually tell them how amazing they are.

I'm seriously so embarrassed, but because this is an uplifting post let's focus on positives; there'll never be a picture of my backside that looks THIS bad EVER again.

Here's a progress picture from a few weeks back. Since then, the loss of a family member and various other stress factors have led me to stop working out and start being lazy again. But my legs and ass have definitely been more shapely and defined, and I can feel the muscles when I flex them. I can't wait for the rest of my body to feel this good.
Squats are happiness to me now.
Running is my excitement.
Weight lifting brings me emotional strength, too.

I'm going to be the best person I possibly could be. I'm going to lose the weight, and I'm going to see on the outside what everyone around me sees inside me; beauty.