Do they know how hard I work? How little I eat? How many hours I exercise? And I still look like a sorry excuse for a woman.
There are three things I avoid in my life: mirrors, cameras, and reality.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Twenty years ago when I gave birth to my third child I was healthy, thin, and in good shape. But after birth, my body went haywire. My heart was beating furiously, I was shaking constantly, had chills, the sweats, insomnia, palpitations.
I ended up in the emergency room where they dismissed my issues as postpartum psychosomatic. “Wait a few days and it’ll go away.”
A few days turned into a few weeks, but my ob-gyn also dismissed my concerns. “Get some more sleep.”
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