Finally, it had all come together. It was like Christmas morning or having tickets on the fifty-yard line. It was like holding the winning lottery ticket. It was my like my birthday or my first kiss. It was the first day of Summer. Finally, I had lost ninety pounds. I had become my own best friend. When I was alone, the company was good. I liked the person in the morning mirror; more so, I enjoyed her. She was pretty, and she was fun. She had energy, and she was alive. She was confident, and...