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little white lie

Belle Gibson has got to be one of the most hated women in Australia right now. Not only did she lie about  having cancer, she defrauded thousands of people and splashed herself all over social media spending the money she claimed to be raising for charity on lavish holidays for her “healing”. It’s not just that she has insulted every person struggling through an illness battle or that she took us all for fools for so long. The most incredulous, infuriating thing Belle Gibson is doing is still lying.

Belle-Gibson-860x450Gibson launched a global business, including a top-rating app and cookbook, off the claims that she was a young mother healing herself naturally from terminal brain cancer.

The thing that annoys me most about this story, other than the fact that it’s become such a big story, giving this disturbed young woman more publicity than she ever deserved, is that she blames it all on a troubled childhood. “As a child, she says her mother changed her name five times for reasons she doesn’t comprehend.” Reports Clair Weaver of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

Gibson isn’t the first person to use their upbringing or mental illness as an excuse for bad behavior. How many sports people have we heard use the terms bi-polar and attention deficit disorder as an excuse to drink and take drunks in the last few years? It’s like a broken record playing over and over.

Stories like Belle Gibson make me angry, not because she lied and continues to lie, it makes me angry because I and many other people survived equally or worse troubled childhoods and didn’t turn out to be lying, manipulative sociopaths.

It’s widely accepted in society that children from broken and abusive homes will have a tougher time maintaining healthy relationships and holding steady employment as they grow up. Let me tell you something. I have had both for the majority of my adult life. I have friends from “healthy” and “normal” families however who are a complete mess! No childhood is an excuse to be a grownup douche bag.

Reading this story over and over today left me wondering, is this a woman a victim of society, or is society a victim of her? Obviously there are no winners in this story. Although she may have been riding the wave of fame and fortune, she has certainly neither in her corner now, and she’s dragging her young son down on the sinking ship with her.

Maybe Gibson isn’t so much a product of a tough upbringing, but a product of her own feelings of desperation and insignificance. A woman who felt so invisible she built herself up by tempting fate and lying about having a terminal illness.

I wouldn’t ever make an excuse for her actions and I think she should be prosecuted for fraud and made to pay back every penny but the woman is obviously unstable and needs help.

Maybe what started as a little white lie should have been seen as a big red flag!

the best things in life aren’t free

Image courtesy of Google

Image courtesy of Google

I need to lose weight, at least 4 kgs, more if I can. I have actually managed to GAIN weight since my son was born. I know why. I didn’t have any weight to lose and took it for granted. I lost nearly 10kgs early in my pregnancy because I was so sick. The day after my son was born I was actually 8kgs lighter than when I got pregnant. Add to that a little thing called depression to get through and I didn’t gain anything for a few months after the birth either.

It’s like anything in life. When you don’t work for something it can be very hard to properly appreciate it. The song is a lie, the best things in life are not free, you have to work at them, appreciate them and recognise them every day… or they will leave you!

I have a terrible habit of giving out wonderful advice but never taking any of it myself. I am good at glossing over my problems and coming across like a well put together woman who has her shit sorted. Most of my friends were shocked to read my article last week admitting I had been suffering with post natal depression. Only a few very close to us knew the struggle I was having in the early months of my son’s life. Everyone else thought we were going along just fine. I’ve always been good at putting on a brave face.

People are also surprised to learn that I am painfully shy. One workmate once said to me, you are the farthest thing from shy there is. He didn’t know the half of it. But that’s another story for another day.

This time I’m not going to hide. Be it ever so trivial and unoriginal, I am going to share my weight loss journey with you. It’s the only way I can keep myself accountable. I’ll keep you up to date through Facebook so you aren’t bombarded with updates in your mail box. Follow me at https://www.facebook.com/groups/losewithme/ if you want to see how I’m going or if you want to join in the challenge yourself!

each to their own

This article is bound to spark some debate as has the subject in recent weeks around the world.

In the last few weeks two women have posted images on social media that have attracted global attention. Here are those images:

skinny mums

Caroline Berg Eriksen, a Norweigen fitness blogger and soccer wife, posted this image in her underwear 4 days after giving birth, prompting angry outbursts from bloggers and readers in Norway and around the world as the image spread. The caption Berg Eriksen posted with the picture said, “I feel so empty and still not… 4 days after birth”. Talk about asking for trouble!

Maria Kang is a fitness enthusiast and former personal trainer. Kang insists she posted the photo to be an inspiration to other mums and was surprised when she received so much negative feedback. One reader commented that she cried when she saw the photo, knowing that without surgery she would never be able to look that way after the birth of her children.

So why did Berg Eriksen and Kang feel the need to post these images publicly? Are they trying to inspire and motivate others or simply show off and feed their own egos? Is it not possible they’re simply proud of the fact that they have been able to maintain their fitness and their figures throughout pregnancy which is an absolutely gruelling challenge on the female body? Are they not entitled to show off a little at the end how well they came through it?

I made it through my pregnancy only putting on 13kgs which was the weight of my baby and the associated fluid etc. A few days after I gave birth to my son I was actually lighter than before I got pregnant. I have a terrible pregnancy to thank for my post baby figure. I lost 10kgs before I even started showing! Even so, am I proud of my body after the journey I had to parenthood, absolutely! Do I feel good when people are shocked that I had a baby 2 months ago because I am so slim, heck yes! Should I feel bad about it that the majority of women struggle to ever get their body back after baby? Well, sure, I feel sorry for them… but I know in a lot of cases they gained excess weight thinking that pregnancy was their excuse to “eat for two” and stop exercising for 9 months.

You can’t control the cellulite and stretch marks that appear with normal and healthy pregnancy weight gain, but it’s totally in your control to keep excess gain to a minimum. If you’re chowing down on pasta servings for two at every meal, don’t be surprised by the end of your pregnancy when you’ve gained the weight of a small human being. And don’t put down women who work hard to stay fit while promoting your own weight gain as a healthy and beautiful part of creating life, it’s not.

Sure, maybe posting these images is a tad insensitive and certainly provocative, but these women have every right to be proud of their bodies. I am not in the least bit offended, if I had gained 30kgs over my pregnancy and was finding it impossible to shift maybe I’d feel differently… but any resentment would be purely driven by jealousy.

In the end, we all have to be comfortable in our own skin. If you are the sort of person who is offended or upset by images you see on line or in magazines ask yourself why. And if you are truly turned off and disgusted, change screens or turn the page. Ultimately, we are all responsible for our own self-worth and happiness, you should never let it be determined or influenced by someone on the other side of the fence, let alone the other side of the world.

And if you still can’t get passed the resentment when you look at these kinds of images, just remember that not everything is as it seems and often the people who feel the need to share this kind of information often have the lowest self-esteem of all.selfie

the dread

Image courtesy of howmanyarethere.net

Image courtesy of howmanyarethere.net

It’s that time of the month for me and I am struggling not to let every little thing in the world offend, upset, infuriate or totally shatter me. My poor husband bears the brunt of it, and my colleagues at work take a beating aswell. I’ve tried everything; St John’s Wort, Rescue Remedy, vitamin supplements, Evening Primrose Oil… but nothing seems to keep the monster at bay and once every 28 days or so, she arrives.

It’s usually only 1 really bad day a month, maybe 2, and 2 out of 30 ain’t bad right? For me, it’s not about being angry or sad, confused or miserable, it’s about the lack of control over it all. For 28 days of the month I am calm, collected, polite and helpful and then BAM! the dread arrives and you won’t recognise the haggard, exhausted, puffy eyed, irrational monster crying over the overcooked chicken at the stove at home, or the red faced demon trying to clear the paper jam in the photocopier at work. If you happen to run in to this woman, although she vaguely resembles the Ebby you know, she is not me… BACK AWAY.

I’ve gone through many stages in how I feel about this once a month me, I’ve tried embracing her, denying her, dieting her, yoga’ing her… Of course, in a day or 2 it will all be over and I won’t worry about it for another month but the days will tick by and before I know it, I’ll be crying at the sink again because I’ve washed the pots before the glasses and now the water is too dirty, idiot!

According to the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders about five per cent of women have a severe form of PMS known as premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD). This can be associated with extreme aggression, anxiety and blood sugar disturbances. It can lead to psychosis, suicide and even murder. So men, next time you want to make a joke about “that time of the month”, remember who you might be dealing with!

Face it fellas, you don’t, can’t and never will understand. Heck, we women don’t even understand it! Just know that we love you, and rest assured that the sister, wife, girlfriend or workmate you know and love will be back in a few days.

 “Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself”.  Roseanne BarrPMS

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