A freelance writer who loves romance, regency novels, and her cat Baylee.
I hate shopping for clothes. I do not know any woman who does. We may put on a brave face for our friends—lie through our teeth when we say how much we love shopping—but as soon as we are by ourselves in that dressing room, the reality hits. We usually have a pile of clothes that are just the same pieces in three different sizes. Because even if you know what size you are, you never really do. It changes from store to store and even in the same store, you could be two different sizes depending on what cut of pants and shirt you have picked up.
Have you ever been nervous before a big event and had an upset stomach? Or right before a big presentation, spent most of it in the bathroom evacuating your bowels? But then, as soon as you have finished that speech or big event, you were perfectly fine. Now imagine suffering those symptoms 24/7 without relief. This is what IBS sufferers deal with every single day.
A week ago, I rescued a four-month-old kitten from my local rescue. I hadn’t gone to the rescue with the intention of adopting another cat for my household, but this kitten was just so sweet that I had to take her home with me.
I am 25 years old and I have spent over 15 years of my life worried about my weight. If you want to get technical, that is 60 percent of the time I have spent on this Earth. I know, it sounds like a cliché—a young female worried about her weight? That isn’t something new! But it is the reality for so many people.