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So, I’ve got diverticular disease - pockets that protrude from my colon. Lots of people have it, but mostly a lot of old people. I suspect I have it at such a young age as it can be hereditary and my great grandmother always had it. Actually, a fair few people in my family have gastrointestinal disorders.
I’ve also read that it primarily exists in western culture as a result of eating too much processed food. More on that later.
I’ve always had stomach “issues” since childhood, but my family doctor could never pinpoint an issue. It wasn’t until I came down with what was suspected to be food poisoning that I found out about these little pockets on my colon.
When a thin person shows their stomach, it’s not perceived as brave or sexual or indecent. To most people, it’s perceived as just an ordinary stomach.
When a fat person with a thick belly and an abundance of stretch marks shows their stomach, it’s considered risqué. Unusual. Overtly sexual. Taboo.
Sometimes I really hate that I can’t do something as simple as show my stomach without it becoming a fucking statement.
Me and me and me. No makeup, no glamour. No pretense.
Sorry kickboxing, these are the only body shots I’m doing.
brilliaaaance!!!
