This is a hard one to put out there.
In my work, I talk often about grief literacy and secondary losses. Recently I realized that one of my own secondary losses has been the sense of familiarity I used to have with my own body.
This story is not about weight. It’s about identity, confidence, and the ways grief reshapes us in quiet but profound ways. Even with years of experience in grief education, living through these changes has been humbling.
I’m sharing this piece because I believe vulnerability is part of grief literacy and because many people are carrying similar invisible shifts.
If it resonates, you can read the full story here:
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