Little and Large.

Inspired by Rachel’s ‘Little Me’ post , I just thought I’d remind all you girls that you’re beautiful, no matter what size you are, big or small.

Having been accused of everything over the years because of the fluctuation in my weight, I know what it feels like to be called anorexic, fat and even once before, pregnant (when I wasn’t, I hasten to add).

When I was eleven, I was given braces. Fair enough, most kids my age had braces at that age. However, my orthodontist didn’t listen to me when I told him the wires were too tight. I barely ate because it hurt too much, and I even once ate a mouthful of tuna mayo, and MY BRACE BROKE. Yes, by eating tuna mayo. I was pretty scared to eat because of the pain chewing caused me. I lost far too much weight and was far too skinny for my age. I was called anorexic, and all the names under the sun, and my Mum took me to see my dentist who said that my teeth were now sorted out, and he couldn’t understand why my orthodontist was putting me through unneccessary pain. So my Mum took me to the orthodontist, and demanded he take the brace off. Thankfully he did. But the names still stick.

Then, when I was eighteen, I gained a lot of weight. I was working two jobs, barely being at home, so I was eating junk, and plus one of the jobs was working in a pub. I’m not proud of myself, but I did drink a lot and eat loads of crap, and I got a little belly. Next thing I knew, my ‘friends’ and ‘family’ were calling me fat, and rumours started flying round that I was pregnant. To be told people think you’re pregnant when you’re not, hurts.

But I’m over it all now, I’m at a weight I feel comfortable with, and I think you girls should all be happy with yourselves too!

You’re all beautiful!

For now,

xo