Good morning. I hope you had a good weekend. I did a three mile village walk yesterday in between heavy showers. The garden had a good watering so that saved me a job. I spent most of the day stitching. The book cover is finished so I will photograph it and put it on here later.
I made this collage of photographs of my mush through the ages. Remember when it was cool to nip into a photo booth, adjust the stool to the correct height, feed a few coins into a slot, and wait for the flash. I so wanted to be a model like Twiggy.
The top left is me as a nipper. The bottom left is my mum. I'm not sure what age she was then, I suspect it was taken at a time before she met my dad.
What isn't obvious looking at these photo's is the absolute agony I went through during my teenage years. Yes there are smiles, but there were also lots of tears. I hated the way I looked. I tried my best to disguise that fact. Trying different hairstyles, wearing fashionable clothes. Sometimes I felt good enough to go out, and sometimes I wanted to stay at home and hide.
- Body dysmorphic disorder is a mental health condition where you believe there is a defect with part of your body. You may become very focussed or obsessed with this part of your appearance and avoid some places or situations in case it is seen by others. If you have body dysmorphic disorder, you might keep checking the mirror and have repetitive grooming behaviours.
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