Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can't put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you're doing it from a position of correction.
- Kevyn Aucoin
I tell everyone that my surgery was for PCOS, unable to admit that while this is most certainly true, I am omitting the fact that it is, also, a bariatric surgery. This is embarrassing, shameful - that I allowed my body, myself, to become so out of control that an operation was my only way out.
Today is the 16 year anniversary of September 11. This year, officially more time has passed since September 11 than the age I was when it happened (15.) But I still remember it, as most probably do, like it was yesterday.
I'm about two and a half weeks into my post-op recovery so far, but it feels like it's been a lot longer. I'm getting pretty tired of my view of white walls - of my apartment, of my surgeon's office, and unfortunately, of the emergency room, where I've been a more frequent visitor than I would have hoped.
After feeling slowly better each day, today I woke up and absolutely did NOT. I'm feeling light-headed, dizzy, and weak, which was especially disappointing to my dog Moses who wanted to go to the park today and now will not be going.
Before I get started, I wanted to talk about my last post. I have been completely overwhelmed (in a good way) by all the feedback I received - I never imagined when writing it that I would receive the level of support that I have, and I can't tell you how inspiring and encouraging that has been.
But in some ways, the most significant choices one makes in life are done for reasons that are not all that dramatic, not earth-shaking at all; often enough, the choices we make are, for better or for worse, made by default. - Marya Hornbacher
Welcome to my blog! My name is Elisabeth (nickname Broms, hence the name of this site.) Here's what you can expect to find here.