Why oh why do we constantly need to defend our bodies? Why do we need to feel like we need to keep up with ridiculous standards set out by those who have had body modifications (surgery, liposuction, implants, injections etc etc)? I wish that growing up, magazines like Dolly and Girlfriend posted articles and stories about the function of a uterus in a woman's body instead of "how to get summer ready" and then realising only a few years ago that THAT little pop on your lower abdomen is actually your fucking uterus!! Yes, there's skin, fat, muscle over the top but that is there to PROTECT the insides.
Or the fact that we have weird "bulgy" bits or wrinkles in and around our underarms not because we are "fat" but because that's what enables us to move our arms freely and without ripping apart...
Who knew right?
I guess this is coming from a place where this week I've finally been given a date for my hysterectomy which I have been fighting to have done since before I had my planned C-Section with Henry as I had asked if they could please do the surgery whilst I was on the table being cut open but no, the response was "What if your husband wants more children? You're too young to do it anyway and you'll want more babies."
Yeh no thanks buddy... Daily pain, dreadful periods, pain that is so debilitating at times that I can't move or even lay down properly and causes me to be sick and have time off work and time away from having fun with the kids.
And also being told that my BMI is too high by one of the most popular plastic surgeon offices in Melbourne to have my excess skin removed.
Grrrrrrr, so fucking draining. But anyway.... I am so fucking pumped for this hysterectomy, like, I don't think I have had this big a smile in a long time and I cannot wait to get on with life after it. BRING IT ON!!