Greetings, Fatshion Hustlers! How have we all been?
I’ve decided it’s time to talk about something that I have been dealing with for a couple of months now. Assuming you have read the title, yes, I am losing my hair. I have been aware of my losing it for a while, but it was officially confirmed a few months ago by a visit to the Belgravia Centre (hair loss specialists in the UK).
Not an unusual occurrence in itself – I’m on regular medication and there were a few little things I was concerned about. We had a chat about them, all seemed well, and I really liked her – she took my health anxiety seriously, she gave me helpful ideas, and I’ll definitely be seeing her again (despite the rest of this entry).
Then she says “now, let’s talk about your weight”.
I’ve been extremely nervous about writing this post. The reason being that I love you guys and don’t want to offend any of you. I really don’t.
But I’ve decided that this message is way too important for me to not say it. But be aware that I will be describing symptoms and manifestations of mental illnesses at their worst here, so if you are at all afraid that you might be triggered, either don’t read (I won’t be offended) or send me a message asking if there is anything specifically triggering to you in here, and I will happily answer.
Hi everyone! It’s been a stupidly long time since I’ve posted, and I’m so sorry about that. The only real excuse I can give is “life”. So provided that my absence hasn’t caused you all to abandon Fatshion Hustlings, let’s get into some discussing of things and life and such.
Chums, Chumettes, and others of assorted Chumliness, I am afraid this will not be a long post. There are a couple I am thinking about, and I will write them. But not tonight. Tonight, I am zonked from a looooong work day and feeling feelings toward my bed right now that can only be described as lustful.
I watched Frozen this morning. I absolutely loved it. It was visually stunning, funny, heartfelt, and I really liked how the “true love” cure-all was… ahh, I’d better not spoil. At least not before the convenient “read more” cut.
But it’s a particular moment from the movie I want to talk about today.