Inspired by purple's thread this morning about getting support from friends and family on Facebook, I did something that was positively unthinkable a few months ago. I logged onto Facebook. I left Facebook in May, in fact, the Friday before Mother's Day because I couldn't handle all of the Mother's Day posts. I couldn't handle seeing another pregnancy announcement. I couldn't handle seeing another bump photo. I couldn't handle seeing another baby picture.
So much has changed within myself since then that when I read purple's post this morning, I considered that I would log in tonight. I feel strong enough. It feels so weird being back on Facebook, it's like being in a different country and not feeling quite at home there. The first thing I did was womaned up and linked straight to this blog. Let the world see my fat pictures and read about my struggles.
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about me, it's what I think about me that counts and right now I'm pretty happy with myself. I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but I can recognise my flaws and I'm working on the things in my life that are causing me grief. I still have a long, long way to go but at least I'm on the right road to get there. One foot in front of the other, always focusing on the next step.