It took me such a long time to consider wearing an insulin pump. Having a permanent reminder of this so-called invisible illness stuck on my body was something I just wasn’t sure about. But it’s now five years since I went bionic and I’ve been sitting with thoughts about my type 1 diabetes and my body in general while it’s just me and my gadgets for company, and at the risk of sounding like a d*ck because there are many, MANY bigger things happening right now, it occurred to me the other day that literally the only person I can embrace right now is myself. PHWOAAAAAR.
So (with the awareness that I am speaking from a place of certain privilege but also valid experience) here I am, doing just that because this little pretend organ is a tiny box of magic, those eye wrinkles are a life lived and the tummy roll nestled behind my leg is the result of excellent dinners, great wine and some of my happiest memories which, dear body and dear friends, we can hopefully make more of soon x
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