Dear Blog,

I'm sorry I've neglected you. This last month has kept me busy with doctor appointments, music and university. I went back to the same old thing I've known for the years since my diagnosis: Repressing everything that has to do with my scoliosis. Including this blog. In February, when the doctor told me my scoliosis…

Protected: Coping with Music

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It’s Hard.

I haven't posted in a while. For one, I've been busy. Secondly, I don't want to think about my scoliosis at the moment. Yesterday I went to see the doctor and finally got another x-ray. Turns out my scoliosis got much worse. I don't want to deal with this. I know I have to and…

Doctors Got Your Back – Or Do They?

I recently moved to another country and part of that is finding new doctors which I really struggle with. I absolutely and utterly hate talking on the telephone to strangers. I'm awfully nervous everytime I do it, I mess up, mix up words, forget what I'm trying to say, don't have enough information and have…

Coping with Humour

Let's laugh about all our problems shall we? Because sometimes, it's just plain ridiculous what our brain makes us think. I feel like especially millenials have mastered the art of coping with humour. There are so so many memes about bad mental health and I too laugh about them a lot. I send them to…

Fashion innit?

This post is inspired by Daily Prompts word of the day, 'fabric'. I struggle with fashion. There are things I feel self-conscious about: my tummy, my hips. Sadly, this is a 'usual' thing women struggle with. Now my scoliosis makes it even harder to find clothes that fit. Can they see my right shoulder stick…

Seeing the Good

We all have bad days sometimes. Something goes wrong or doesn't work out the way we want it to. Sometimes something horrible happens. Sometimes we don't feel loved or lovable. My scoliosis makes it hard for me to accept my body the way it is. I know a lot of people struggle with their bodies…

The Special Snowflake

While scrolling through WordPress, I found a blog post* where the author was talking about how they felt their scoliosis made them special, extraordinary and somehow I kind of like the sound of that. During my teenage years, I used to be one of those girls who said "I'm special, I'm not like those other…

Diagnosis: Scoliosis

The year was 2009. I was thirteen years old, soon to turn fourteen. We spent the summer somewhere warm (honestly, I don't remember exactly where), so naturally I wore a bikini, went swimming, had the most fun a thirteen year old could have in the summer. I think it was as we went for dinner…

Introduction

"I don't think I'll ever accept my body the way it is", I confessed. My therapist frowned, the pen in her hand, the notepad on her lap. "Why don't you write a book?", she said, "Or a blog? Write down your feelings, your experiences. You do like to be creative." I let the sentence hang…