As a girl growing up I thought that one day, like the ugly duckling, I would turn into a beautiful (thin and model like) swan. It wasn't until I was well into my twenties that I realized that this was it. By this time the media and fashion (it was the seventies and a time of satin slacks, hot pants and bikinis) had well and truly done my self image in, as the person looking back from the mirror wasn't a Charlie's Angel, Daisy Duke, Olivia Newton John or Donna Summer. And, no matter how often your parents might say that you 'look lovely dear' if you don't want to believe it, you won't. Something young women and men are still struggling with 20 years later.
I remember when I was 17, and a size 8, thinking that I was fat, and then at 23 and a size 10 (and a young mother) still thinking that I was fat. What I wouldn't give now to have that so called 'fat' body again (I blame 4 kids and lack of sleep for my current curves). So looking at it now it really is all about perspective, but cracking that negative body image is easier said than done.
I often feel that I'm living in a house that I didn't want to move to. And yes, I could renovate - but some people like renovating and some don't. I'm a new house kind of person, (yes! I want a brand spanking new, architect designed, master built house.



