Spin, spin, sugar

On Tuesday 3rd April I had my pre-assessment at the hospital. As I said in my last post, I’d already had the “What the hell am I doing?!” moment and it continued until the appointment. I felt sick the whole way there, it’s a similar feeling to when I’ve been to the piercer/tattooist before – nervous excitement, questioning why I’m doing it, is it right, is it for me, what will I look like after, etc. Not quite the same but similar.

A funsize breakdown

Last night I was watching Shallow Hal (don’t judge me!) and I ended up having a mini breakdown. Is this movie art imitating life? I’m guilty of judging people. I do it a lot less than I used to as a result of backpacking for a year and realising that people really aren’t what you think they are based on how they look. However, this doesn’t always stop me from judging people especially from their size.