The continues ringing of my phone brought me out of my thought. It was Fahim calling to remind me of our journey the following day.
We sat in the car speeding through the mountainous road leading to Accra. A year later, I was now going to visit my mother. That was after much persuasion from Fahim. After everything, we became so close and I confided in him for almost everything. Well, he proposed but, deep down I knew I had to settle things with my mother before anything else. I was so bitter and I couldn’t bring myself to forgive my mother. I tried but I was hurt.
Occasionally, he squeezed my palm as if to assure me everything was going to be alright. Suddenly, he parked at the side of the road and held my hands while he looked into my eyes.
“Everything is going to be alright”, I nodded as I wiped my tears.
Oh Fahim, how did I become so lucky?

The road had not been an easy one for me. But as Chrissy King said,
“If we make self-love or body acceptance conditional, the truth is that our bodies are constantly changing, and they will never remain exactly the same. If we base our self-worth on something as ever-changing as our bodies, we will forever be on an emotional coaster of body obsession and same.”
And now that I had learnt to love myself, it was time to reunite with my family. And though it may sound cliché, I couldn’t wait!