I'm often asked to write, or give talks at conferences or on cider-soaked park benches, about women and work. Women who write, women in business, women going back to work after having a baby, women deciding not to go back to work after having a baby, juggling motherhood and work, the work-life imbalance and so on.
She tells me she has no self-esteem or body image issues at all, but if that's the case, why does she feel she needs cosmetic surgery? Did my worries and fears about my breasts rub off on her as a child? She was no stranger to my obsessions, and I really worried that my low self-esteem and negative body image had tainted her view of her own body image, and clouded what's really important.
Now most of us would be embarrassed to admit to feeling jealous. And most of the time, we wouldn't even realise that we're feeling jealous. But jealousy happens to the best of us, and when it does, it just creeps in, eats away at us and tastes sour. It makes us overreact, misinterpret and assume things. Simply put, jealousy is toxic; it doesn't look good or feel good.
Blogging is more than words and paragraphs - its a journey, for you and your followers and it one that can lead you down paths that no conventional nine to five job could ever take you. I wrote stories as a little girl but then gave up as being a writer seemed so hard. At the ripe old age of 35 I picked up my blackberry and wrote like mad...
I use the term 'fat ass' as a metaphor for the attributes about yourself which you wouldn't list as your favourite. Your small boobs, your fuzzy hair, your big feet, your glass eye (Ok, actually you're allowed not to love your glass eye) Your 'fat ass' unless recently acquired, is a part of you - as are the other things you dislike about your person.