Sometimes I feel like this year all I’ve done is wait to feel like myself again, but in fact I’ve spent so long waiting, I think I’ve forgotten what that used to feel like – or what that’s supposed to feel like.
I realise I do tend to divulge from the symptomatic side of this disease and the operations that go with it. I’m coming to realise the long waits in A&E, despite being tedious are actually quite quite insignificant compared to the ways in which this disease affects the way I navigate the world around me. ... Continue Reading →
When I say that having a bag does not affect sex, or that I am not self-conscious about it, I’m referring to the physicality of it. On the other hand, what its very existence reveals about me is something I have realised I'm conscious of.
So I gently tiptoe around my ever altering body, learning to adapt, learning to overcome and most importantly - learning to love.
Shopaholic tenancies aside - why should I buy another? Why should I have to change what I wear just because I have a little bag on my stomach? So I talked my self out of the panic purchase and rifled through my draws to find my favourite old trusted bikini and swore to wear that instead.
...but as I match and exchange a few opening messages the inevitable question arrises: “what’s your insta?”
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I wake up every morning and remind myself that I am no less worthy of love, connection, or belonging because of this bag. But I do this fully aware that there is going to be some days when I don’t believe myself, and making allowances for these moments is what really counts.