Fat.

I’ve spent as long as I can remember feeling rather anxious about my appearance. I’ve battled with my weight for the best part of two decades, trying fad diets a plenty. I have gynaecomastia and it’s been one of the root causes of my struggles with mental health. There were days in the past where I used to stand in the mirror and curse my enlarged chest; I’ve cried about man boobs too many times to remember! I know I’m no stranger to a selfie and I spend lots of time fronting bands, confidently, but in truth I’ve always been conscious of needing a sports bra 🙈

I’m posting this, not because I’ve lost a particular amount of weight but because I was in the bathroom pre-gig last night and I looked at myself in the mirror and felt so happy in my mind, content with my weight loss journey but in LOVE with the body I have despite its wobbles and bumps. Living and walking through life confidently isn’t always easy but I certainly feel in a better shape for loving my shape, regardless of my shape. That’s a lot of the word shape 🤷‍♂️😂 It definitely pays off, though. It was the BEST feeling to play a gig without anxious niggles in the mind.

Happy Sunday 🙌🏻(Absolutely no filter here 👌)