Lets talk body image ...

In 2020 one of the most common concerns of any young adult especially females is the way they look and the way others view them. One thing I have learnt over the past 3 years going through my medical journey is how important it is not to judge someone on their looks as you don’t know their story and what they are going through.

99% of the time most people would say I am a very positive person when it comes to my illness and everything I deal with. I have this way of just sweeping every hurdle under the rug and accepting the fact it is what it is but trust me if you are ever reading my blog and thinking to yourself – how does she not have bad days, or feel down … I do.

As we all know my battle with steroids and being on them for long periods of time along with the fact it is virtually impossible for me to reduce below 30mg without relapsing has taken a massive toll on my body and the way I look. As you probably read in my post about steroids I struggle constantly with my weight; in between going back to hospital in December to the end of January 2020 I put on nearly 10kg, but the worst side effect from them and what affects me the most is the stretch marks it has caused on my body. Even if you are lucky enough to not gain weight from steroids the longer you are on them your body stops to produce as much collagen which leads to low elasticity in the skin.

At the end of January, I decided I was going to really knuckle down and focus on getting fit again, forgot that I’m on steroids, try my best to lose some weight, tone up and get fit because let’s face it in exactly 9 months on Thursday I’m going to be a bride and we all want to look our best for our wedding day. I was off to a great start, eating well by tracking my macros, being conscious of what I was putting in my body and even went back to my boxing classes. The first week I went twice and managed to do my 10,000 steps every day, and last week I was able to step it up more by hitting my step count every day and attended 4 boxing circuits – I was feeling great and even better I had lost just over 3kg within the first week of February!

As the new week rolled around, I was excited to smash out another week of healthy eating, training and hopefully some more weight loss. I woke up Monday morning, packed all my food for the day and organised my gym clothes ready for when I finished work. By the end of the day I was feeling pretty tired but with that wedding body in mind I went home, got changed, went to the gym and smashed my workout. (side note – the weather on the Gold Coast currently has a mind of its own and the fact I train in a boxing gym that is a tin shed with no aircon, the humidity in there is literally through the roof so although I was a hot sweaty mess at the end of it, I was actually feeling really good and proud of myself for pushing myself to go and give it everything I had). I got home and was getting ready to get in the shower and that’s when it hit me and I literally just broke down – as I was getting undressed I happened to see my arms in the reflection and I hated what was staring back at me. When I first got the stretch marks on my legs I learnt to accept them and would tell myself that it’s okay because no one is going to see them and id tell myself the same thing when they started appearing on my hips but seeing them on my arms in a place that is clearly visible to the world really got to me. I sat on the floor in the shower and just cried because all I could think was no matter how healthy I eat and how hard I train at the gym until I stop taking steroids there is literally nothing I can do to stop them from growing, getting bigger or getting worse and that killed me a little inside.

I am lucky to have such a supportive husband to be who happened to see I was upset and literally just came and hugged me tight and talked me through it, reassuring me it’s all going to be okay and to look at the bigger picture – if it wasn’t for the steroids I would potentially be blind so we needed to be thankful that it is a medication that is easily available for me to access and use (in saying that if I was blind I wouldn’t see the stretch marks so that’s one bonus … lol only kidding).

Going through everything I have and seeing the way I have changed has really opened my eyes and taught me that when I see someone covered in marks, scars, is really big or looks so small they would snap in the wind; to take a step back and before I start to judge them, I now stop and think what they may be going through or have gone through and just think about how lucky I am to have my health and life; although my health isn’t perfect there is still always people worse off than me.

I have put photos below of my arms, legs and hips which was the hardest thing for me to share as it is my biggest insecurity but if there are other people out there experiencing the same thing I want you to know you are not alone. Although it is extremely hard because no matter what anyone says we all know the way we look is important (let face it who doesn’t want to look their best) we need to accept that our marks are a part of us and they make us who we are; they are a part of our story and our journey to finding the invisible fix…