Let me start by saying i love my children to bits, im there when they have c/pox, nightmares or they just cant sleep as my dancing and cake decorating skills are too awful and they are chuckling all night.I allocate my days to working so they have everything they desire,my time so they have all the time from me they desire, and my emotional support so im their at all times to support them and my husband. I dont want them to want for anything ever and they are sincerely happy. But somewhere i stopped being me. I traded a pert bust for clowns pockets! and a nice bum for a size 18-20 thing as apposed to an 8 and it makes me feel dishartened.
I have an area of my life that im so happy with, my appearance is shattered something has to give!! any advice welcome