This Halloween was a definite first for me. And my costume wasn’t just a declaration of my love for Katy Perry (although that is something that should be shouted out at every given opportunity). This year was a celebration for me. Two years and ten months ago, I would have never worn this outfit out of the bathroom. Half a year ago I wouldn’t have even worn it in front of my closest friends. A few days ago I wore it out and about downtown, and instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, I felt PROUD. As of Halloween morning, I’ve lost 100 pounds. One-hundred-freaking-pounds. That’s triple digits. Okay, it’s actually 100.2, but who is really counting? ;) Wearing this costume was a way for me to celebrate the end of my weight loss journey, to embrace my life-long goal of health and happiness, and to feel comfortable, undeniably so, in MY OWN SKIN. It felt incredible.