Musings on life, not being fat anymore and whatever else bumbles into my consciousness.
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Guntectomy
gunt. noun. (plural gunts) I did the thing. The tummy tuck. I got to 158lbs down and I was sick of having to stuff my stomach into my jeans. Dr L – plastic surgeon extraordinaire and the lovely lady she is, pointed at my vadge during our first encounter and declared with a sigh “I…
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Not Dying.
I thought I was going to die. And all the while I did, and that it was actually a real possibility that I might, I thought about my daughter. That small(ish) firecracker that amazes and confounds and frustrates, often all at once. I also thought of Philip Larkin’s, This Be The Verse, hoping that history…
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Broken Heart Syndrome.
I’m sat here, looking at my bruised wrists, and wondering how I’m even going to start processing the past five days. The week started off all so normally, with Monday bringing all of the usual activities that the small human undertakes, and the arguments over the speed at which breakfast is eaten. And then my…
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Most importantly I am my own fucking person.
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