Writers Workshop - I am a child

 

(I originally had this posted on my Writers Workshop page, but for some reason the comment feature on Blogger static pages is currently not working, so it's here.)

25th February 2010

My second attempt. Let's hope this one is better!

3.) “What images inspire you immediately? Open a magazine and create a piece of writing (poem, story, essay) about the first image that captures your imagination.”

My inspiration came from a story about 15 year old Bridget Ford who has a problem that spoke to me.

 

I am a child

My body deceives

My appearance doubts

My mind in turmoil

Confused

My back aches

My shoulders distort

My pain persists

Daily

My peers tease

My elders stare

My inner conflict

Abounds

My parents defend

My friends covet

My nightmare asks

Why

My dearest wish

My breasts reduced

My worth enlarged

Please?

I am a child

Yesterday...

 

I thought I should explain about yesterdays post.

Those of you who know me know that I have chronic back pain caused mainly by having size double G breasts my whole adult life. I also have a hump in my spine from leaning forward to compensate, and indentations in my shoulders from the bra straps supporting their weight.

See below...

 

Here's a close-up shot.

  (Not the most flattering of shots, but you kinda get the idea...)

After waiting five and a half years, I was finally granted a breast reduction in June last year and I thought my problems were over.

This is me now.

 

And here.

 (Again, not a great shot... are you seeing a pattern here?)

Anyway, I was wrong.

Whilst the operation was a success (in that they removed 317 grams from my left breast and 305 grams from my right, making me a D cup - they couldn't go any smaller), and the weight is, literally, off, I still have almost constant back pain. APPARENTLY, the damage to my back, neck and shoulders was already done, so I have to live with it.

Which is fine, except occasionally I can't get out of bed, or function properly.

Yesterday was one of those days. Today... I'm *slightly* better.

So although I made the commitment to BEDUTEOF, unfortunately yesterday I just couldn't. I couldn't even get out of bed to take Tomika to school. She, (bless her heart) wanted to go quite badly, so we organised for her Poppy (her Dads Dad) to drive her. So a big THANKS to him for stepping up when I couldn't. Much appreciated.

Now that I've explained, I feel better and I'm going to lie down again.

Hopefully I'll be recovered tomorrow.