Some of you may have noticed that I missed last months post, so I have chosen to combine the two areas in todays post. So todays post will feature both chest/boobs and stomach. I am so so sorry that this is late but its just been one of those times, my depression has hit hard and when you need all your energy to drag yourself out of bed there isn't much left for writing or anything else :(.
My chest is an area that has never really bothered me.. at school I was teased for being flat chested and now I have a D, which is a rather large improvement ;). I have small stretch marks on my boobs which I was very conscious of for a while but then I just learnt to live with them. I don't really wear many low cut tops or anything as I like to cover my arms and its hard to get hold of something which is low cut and long sleeved.
I am just going to come right out and say it. I hate my stomach, I know I shouldn't but there is nothing I like about it. I don't like the way it looks, feels or how it has treated me in the past. I was a very sickly child always in and out of hospital with tummy problems until about the age of 12. I was admitted to Royal London and Great Ormond Street several times a year and stuffed full of tubes and whatnot. I got kind of used to it, but it was hard for me as although my mum stayed with me this meant that my nan and grandad had to take care of my sisters so none of them were able to visit me. I could be gone for up to 2 months at a time and it was horrid not being able to see anyone. Its not just the medical problems though, my stomach seems to be where I carry most of my weight. Its the first place to gain it and the last place to lose it. Hopefully one day I will learn to love it. I see so many bloggers strutting their stuff in tight fitting clothing and I wish I had to confidence to do the same, rock the VBO and not give a damn but I'm not in that place right now. Fingers crossed for the future though!