I'm going to spend some time talking about body issues here, so Dad, Uncle Tony, Ev, consider yourselves warned.
As I was saying, I want to take some time to talk about body issues. Particularly mine, but maybe yours too? I don't know. Maybe we can help each other out
I was thinking not to long ago about my shape. Not whether I'm in shape or not, or how I can get into better shape, which are both really good things to think about, but my shape. For those of you who know me - and have seen my at my best, I'm a nice retro-body type. Very hourglass, with hips and boobs and nice legs.
Lately, I'm not at my best. At least not at what my best used to be. I don't actually know what my best is supposed to look like any more.Over the last five years, my body has been busy serving other people - two pregnancies, each 40 weeks long. Then I nursed Claire for eleven months, and Ben for ten.
Is it any wonder that I don't feel at home in my body?
So how can I find my way back? How can I be proud of who I am - and what my body, somewhat older and more tired, can do? How can I heal the hurts and find my strengths again.
I remember once talking to my mom about all of this. And she said something to me, about how genetics play a part in my shape, which is where I got the title of this post. "Di, you have to understand something," she said. "It's not all chocolate and cheese, you know. You look just like your grandmothers."