"Butterflies" is way too cute a term for this feeling.
A step-by-step guide to making your tummy troubles disappear.
No matter how daunting, there's always a way out.
I kept eating, and the pounds kept dropping.
Because just "living for the weekend" is depressing.
It's called a "crush" for a reason.
The *real* work had just begun.
After all, there's no place like home.
It's not a "win-win" if you lose yourself.
Self-love isn't one-size-fits-all.
When did making new friends get so hard?
What's important and what's kind of extra?
You get out what you put in.