The Real Life Mummy

And so the same must be said for those who are naturally slim too. And I speak from experience.

SETTING A CRUEL PERCEPTION IN MODERN SOCIETY....

It has long been a huge issue for me, the amount of press coverage there is around the size of catwalk models.
The attached link speaks to this from a place of concern, (and I accept and fully understand there are health issues to be considered in a lot of cases). HOWEVER, what all of these reports, in my view, fail to acknowledge, is the damage they are doing to those who are naturally very ‘slim’, and don’t try to loose weight. They are creating a perception in society that causes people to view all ‘thin or underweight’ individuals as unhealthy, suffering from eating disorders, or worse.

I have grown up being one of those very people, extremely slim, under the guided BMI for being ‘normal’, and have long suffered comments that are extremely hurtful and cruel. I eat well, I don’t try to be thin, I just am. But in light of news reports and recent actions taken by European countries on the acceptance of certain model sizes, me and I am sure millions like me, suffer an unnecessary prejudice which is unfounded.

Why can’t we reflect what society is - different? We are all different shapes and sizes. Some fight every day to change how they look, and some accept how they look.

But I think the same can be said of the opposite end of the scale too. Not all overweight people are so just because of diet. There are so many other factors that come into play. But we have allowed news and reports to narrow it down to our eating habits. This is wrong and unfair, and more care should be taken on the halo affects of such reports.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/health/news/12062521/Dangerously-thin-models-should-be-banned-from-catwalks-says-Harvard.html

Dangerously thin models should be banned from catwalks, says Harvard Spain and France have already brought in rules to stop fashion houses employing underweight models, but Harvard believes it should go further

For those who suffer in silence and think it’s all in your head. This is a long read, but I’m sure it will enlighten, if not help many people...

Hi.

My name is Hashimoto's. I'm an invisible autoimmune disease that attacks your thyroid gland causing you to become hypothyroid.

I am now velcroed to you for life. If you have hypothyroidism, you probably have me. I am the number one cause of it in the U.S. and many other places around the world.

I'm so sneaky, I don't always show up in your blood work. Others around you can't see me or hear me, but YOUR body feels me. I can attack you anywhere and any way I please.
I can cause severe pain or, if I'm in a good mood, I can just cause you to ache all over.

Remember when you and energy ran around together and had fun? I took energy from you, and gave you exhaustion. Try to have fun now.

I can take good sleep from you and in its place, give you brain fog and lack of concentration. I can make you want to sleep 24/7, and I can also cause insomnia.

I can make you tremble internally or make you feel cold or hot when everyone else feels normal.

I can also give you swollen hands and feet, swollen face and eyelids, swollen everything.
I can make you feel very anxious with panic attacks or very depressed. I can also cause other mental health problems.

You know crazy mood swings? That's me. Crying for no reason? Angry for no reason? That's probably me too.

I can make your hair fall out, become dry and brittle, cause acne, cause dry skin, the sky is the limit with me.

I can make you gain weight and no matter what you eat or how much you exercise, I can keep that weight on you. I can also make you lose weight. I don't discriminate.

Some of my other autoimmune disease friends often join me, giving you even more to deal with.

If you have something planned, or are looking forward to a great day, I can take that away from you.

You didn't ask for me. I chose you for various reasons:
That virus or viruses you had that you never really recovered from, or that car accident, or maybe it was the years of abuse and trauma (I thrive on stress.)
You may have a family history of me. Whatever the cause, I'm here to stay.

I hear you're going to see a doctor to try and get rid of me. That makes me laugh. Just try. You will have to go to many, many doctors until you find one who can help you effectively.

You will be put on the wrong medication for you, pain pills, sleeping pills, energy pills, told you are suffering from anxiety or depression, given anti-anxiety pills and antidepressants.

There are so many other ways I can make you sick and miserable, the list is endless - that high cholesterol, gall bladder issue, blood pressure issue, blood sugar issue, heart issue among others? That's probably me.

Can't get pregnant, or have had a miscarriage? That's probably me too. Shortness of breath or "air hunger?" Yep, probably me. Liver enzymes elevated? Yep, probably me. Teeth and gum problems? TMJ?
Hives? Yep, probably me. I told you the list was endless.

You may be given a TENs unit, get massaged, told if you just sleep and exercise properly I will go away.

You'll be told to think positively, you'll be poked, prodded, and MOST OF ALL, not taken seriously when you try to explain to the endless number of doctors you've seen, just how debilitating I am and how ill and exhausted you really feel. In all probability you will get a referral from these 'understanding' (clueless) doctors, to see a psychiatrist.

Your family, friends and co-workers will all listen to you until they just get tired of hearing about how I make you feel, and just how debilitating I can be. Some of them will say things like "Oh, you are just having a bad day" or "Well, remember, you can't do the things you use to do 20 YEARS ago", not hearing that you said 20 DAYS ago.

They'll also say things like, “if you just get up and move, get outside and do things, you'll feel better." They won't understand that I take away the 'gas' that powers your body and mind to ENABLE you to do those things.
Some will start talking behind your back, they'll call you a hypochondriac, while you slowly feel that you are losing your dignity trying to make them understand, especially if you are in the middle of a conversation with a "normal" person, and can't remember what you were going to say next. You'll be told things like, "Oh, my grandmother had that, and she's fine on her medication" when you desperately want to explain that I don't impose myself upon everyone in the exact same way, and just because that grandmother is fine on the medication SHE'S taking, doesn't mean it will work for you.

They will not understand that having this disease impacts your body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, and that every cell and every body system and organ requires the proper amount and the right kind of thyroid hormone medication for YOU. Not what works for someone else.

The only place you will get the kind of support and understanding in dealing with me is with other people that have me. They are really the only ones who can truly understand.

I am Hashimoto's Disease.

It’s Friday 👍🏻

In a world of 7.4 billion people, no two are the same... so how can we judge anyone or anything to be normal. It has become ‘normal’ to judge, to assume and form opinions, and more often than not incorrectly. It is not right, it is not fair and it is not acceptable. Be abnormal, and challenge the outdated view of normal.

So I’m me, not anyone else, probably not like anyone else. Just me. I’m an individual. I don’t bow down to what society dictates, I don’t conform to ‘normal’.

I get frustrated by society, by miss reported news, by shameful advertising. I get angry by the growing culture of blame, negativity and responsibility shifting individuals. I am disgusted by bullies, and those who pick on the weak.

I am someone who believes in fairness, in acceptance, in kindness. I am a someone who knows that everyone battles their own demons and more often than not, in silence, and behind closed doors.

We are all individuals. We look different, think different, behave different, want different things, love in different ways, and need different things. But we all have a right to be who we are. Be who we want to be. And have the right to get there if we’re not there yet.

I want to break down the barriers that society has created. I want to create a place where mums (and dads), or anyone else who wants, can share their frustrations, their fears and anxieties without being judged. A place where people can discuss what their reality looks like. A place where we can all learn from others ‘real lives’. A place where you can air your views on anything. A place where anything goes, there are no rules. Only that you are kind, you don’t judge, and are respectful to others.