Mon at 45
I turned 45 this year. I started my blog in 2008 when I was 28 and to say that I've changed might be something of a wild understatement. When I was 28 I was a year post-partum with Johnny. I was a young mum juggling 3 young kids aged 5 and under and I was likely overwhelmed but young enough with energy to cope. The thought of juggling 3 young kids now makes my bones hurt more than they already do. I want to talk about body image. I'm not going to do a cheesy letter to my 28 year old self. But here's what my body has seen me through since I was 22: I've given birth to three children - 2 emergency c sections, one V back. A Stage 3 breast cancer diagnosis 2 months after I turned 30 - surgery, chemo, radiation, herceptin, reconstruction surgeries; 11 surgeries in total over 5 years. At 38, a heartbreaking divorce spurred in part by criticism of my body post cancer and the deeply disturbing realisation I'd never reach the ideal body type preferred by my ex and the const...
