Being a bigger woman and owning it.

I can assure you, it is not easy to love yourself when you look in the mirror and see only ways you would like to change or improve how you look.

“You are a big girl, you could lose some fat…”

Ever the encouraging words that someone who struggles with weight and body image would LOVE to hear when they are mid conversation. I deflect, I pretend not to be frustrated and annoyed at the absurd notion that a human being feels they have the right to tell another human being how they should and shouldn’t look. That one person would have the audacity to tell another person what they should be doing with their body, let alone a blood relative and supposed family cheerleader. Pot. Kettle. Enough said.

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Dear Diary – Human pincushion again (11/10/17)

I would choose a lifetime of pain and suffering in the company of my children and family, over death or stroke any day.

I thought I had reached the epitome of metal sometime before 7am this morning, I’d gone from dying my hair to dying my blood! Alas, the blood dying was merely for the purposes of an abdominal CT scan and by 4pm in the afternoon I was shedding bucketloads of tears, being forced to make a rushed choice between pain and … well, pain.

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