Are you still you?

[Pinky1]

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

nice christmas present pinky.

trying, where are you off to then?

I AM NOT ME ANYMORE

i got pregnant at 19, i was a size 12, i was a punk, i loved tattoos, had about 5 facial peircings, i loved myself..i was hot! pmsl

but now im a fat frumpy mum, im a size 16 - i wear mum clothes from tescos

have no pircings except my tounge, i dont feel like myself at all,

i look at myself and see an imposter

i love my kids and being a mum but i want to be the mum id thought id be, not the one i am,

i will be though, im hung up over my weight at the moment, after christmas ill sort that out and hopefully the rest will follow

piercings, even

I felt like this after ds2 was born, I was single and fat and frumpy, and felt it was no wonder xp left me the state I'd got into (I know now this was all b*ocks of course).
Luckily for me the feeling did pass and gradually over time I gained confidence and nearly 4 years later I feel like I'm a better person and definitely have a better life than before. OK my boobs aren't what they were and I've still got the tummy apron overhang thing but I'm happier in myself than I've ever been.

pinky1, I know what you mean about not being you. I see it as my time no longer belonging to me. I barely give myself time to slap on makeup, clothes, to do the school run. Eat on the run or staggered with dh, and toilet with little people with me. Almost every minute is spent thinking about others, be it my children, dh, the house, or my work (but now on maternity so much less!).

I don't even know myself and cringe if I ever had to look in the mirror.