She’s always very frosty, this nurse. Hostile, no eye contact or small talk. Today I noticed her crucifix, dangling at her throat over the top of the rollneck of her fitted woolen dress. I tried not to stare at her skin. Continue reading So, Have You Had the Surgery?
They don’t actually use that phrase anymore. (I wonder why? You’d think it would be quite a motivating frightener.) Continue reading Obese, but not Morbidly
Yippee! No more injecting myself! Two weeks ago I was discharged from hospital on the second day post op. Continue reading Bariatric Surgery, the First Two Weeks
I sometimes wonder if I’m going to be the last person who still doesn’t have a tattoo. Continue reading A Dozen Daily Tattoos
In the car with my daughter, we were talking about when I die. I don’t care what they do with my body. Continue reading The Raccoon Eating Candyfloss
Trudging through a pedestrian tunnel on the tube I was overtaken by a tall slim woman and as she went past me on the stairs I realised I thought she looked fragile. Vulnerable. Continue reading Snap!
All my adult life I think I have had this book on my shelf, in fact I think as a child it was on my mother’s (hmm). I may even have read it when younger and only thinking I was fat or hugely overweight. I don’t remember what it says. Continue reading Fat is a Feminist Issue