This is my biological father, Henry Henderson. I never met him. I never heard his voice. I never sat across from him and asked him questions about life. I never felt the warmth of his embrace, heard him call my name, or experienced what it felt like to be his daughter in the way many people t

This picture means more to me than weight loss. It’s a reminder that every version of me deserved love. The woman in the blue hoodie was carrying things nobody could see. Grief. Disappointment. Broken relationships. Anxiety. Loneliness. Unanswered prayers. The pressure of being strong when sh