Thirty pounds ago

Thirty pounds ago, I was inconsequential. Was it as if the sweat through my skin or the calories I had forsaken created a change, a fundamental evolution in the existence of myself? I wasn’t any different, and yet the physicality of less body-fat transformed how the world reacted to me. It’s just weight and a more toned finesse for fitness; yet, I became less invisible.

Funny, the less you have on, the more value you seem to possess.