I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
Coming home from a failed marriage is better than coming home in a coffin.
I’ve been fat since I was a child. I’ve joined weight loss groups, tried fad diets, and been stuck in a cycle of restriction and binging. The latter led to unhealthy relationships with food and bulimia. None of those things made me thin, and they certainly didn’t make me healthy. Most importantly, they made me unhappy. Only when I began to accept myself, as fat, did I begin to find happiness.
For years he told me I was worthless. For years he beat me down and made sure I hated myself. For years he told me I’d never amount to anything. Healing after years of abuse is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through.
My clothes stripped, my dignity too. That night I thought, I wouldn’t see it through. I lay there after, for what seemed like hours. Imagining on my grave, what type of flowers
Two weeks before lockdown, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. It was his way of rejecting me for coming out as non-binary. Being on furlough gave me too much time to sit in my pain. I later lost my job, and then lost my last lifeline through my group exercise income. I’ve been unemployed for five months, and lost £7,000 on my apartment. LGBTQ Wellness.co has been built from so much pain. Yet, I have created something so beautiful and healing, and I am so proud.
I sat in my room, my addiction my answer. Yet all it did was act like a cancer. I felt, oh so alone.
Being alone has me writing this rhyme
No superhero side no partner in crime
Days spent in isolation gives cause for hesitation
To open your door to wanting much more
In awe of the world beginning to heal – my children playing in the sunshine, giggling, blowing bubbles.
Life is blossoming, once again.
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