My body

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FormerMember

20 Sep 2017

I think I've always had a fairly good attitude to my body, I mean once it's got clothes on and a splash of makeup I don't scrub up too bad, I'm not as glamorous and beautiful as my daughters, they seem to have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves from this technique to that oh and the good old Snapchat filters, back in the 80s I made do with a good old perm and some electric blue mascara.

I'd say after 46 years it has been through the mill a bit, but I would describe myself as healthy fit and active, as a child I danced a lot, ballet, tap, jazz contemporary in my 30s I become and avid yoga fan and up until cancer I felt younger than my years.

Two c sections left me with my mum tum plus a road map of stretch marks which I have struggled with for over 20 years, I even paid for a consultation for a tummy tuck, but given my dislike of pain I bailed out of that.

My boobs small and a little bit shall we say droopy?

Weight I've struggled a little bit over the years but not massively, I never had a sweet tooth instead wine and cheese have been my downfall.... Wine and cheese require a separate blog.

Fortunately my husband doesn't seem repulsed at the sight of my naked form, so that's a bonus. Even as I sit here now bald, a few more scars, bloaty and a stone heavier than I was back in April he still seems to like me, much to my surprise.

Here's the perverse bit, I think after all those inevitable body image moments, the mum tum in particular, I'm now ok with it all, if anyone had told me it would take a cancer diagnosis for me to appreciate my body and accept what I have I would have told them they were mad, but here I am accepting what I have and saying actual G you're ok.