I started semaglutide in October 2022. By the following December I had lost 67 pounds. My A1C was normal for the first time in six years.
My cardiologist was thrilled. My husband cried at my annual physical. By every medical measure, I had done something extraordinary.
But I could not wear a swimsuit. Not because of loose skin that was its own conversation but because of the stretch marks.
Deep, wide, silver-white lines across my abdomen, thighs, and upper arms. Souvenirs from the years I had carried the weight. They had been there before. But now that the weight was gone, they were the only thing I could see.