Living with...Fibro

Living with...Fibro

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Living with Fibromyalgia...the number one point: don't expect people to know what the hell you are talking about when you tell them you have fibromyalgia! It is such a complicated illness that many doctors don't even understand it. It took years, and a heap of different doctors, and misdiagnoses for me to finally get an answer as to what was wrong with me. And when I did find out all I learned was that there is no cure, painkillers are basically all the doctor can give you-and if you have a metabolism like mine they do bugger all! So buckle up for a list of things that flew through my head when I asked myself the question: What is it like living with fibromyalgia?

Boux-tiful Underwear for Boux-tiful People

Boux-tiful Underwear for Boux-tiful People

Friday, January 20, 2017

Ladies I'm about to say something distressing but I want you to bear with me: 

MEN WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG!! 

I never thought I would write that sentence but in this case it's true! Men nailed the big "what underwear to wear?" question years ago! Men didn't faff about shoving cheese wire between their cheeks, or yanking it up so everyone knew they were walking around with a permanent wedgie. They didn't demand Brazilian cuts, tangas, high-rise, french, lo-cut, or "girl" shorts- they just went "boxers, yeah, grand, that'll do cheers!" and ladies they were right. All you need is boxers, but more specifically you need Boux Boxers from the folks at Boux Avenue. 

These pants are genuinely the comfiest, cutest, sassiest, everyday pants I've ever owned, so I, um...got them all!! Just look at the cuteness: 

Just look at them! I think my favourites are the "Never Let Someone Dull your Sparkle" ones. There are only a few styles left on the website because their Spring collection launches really soon (can you say super bloody excited?!?!). 

Oh and did I mention that Boux Boxers are generally 3 for £12 in store and online?? The three in the last photo above are still available so grab em before they're gone. 

I know this reads like I've been paid to say nice things but I genuinely just love this underwear. I live with a few conditions that mean that comfort is a very big deal to me, for example some fabrics can make my skin feel like it's actually on fire to the point that I have taken chunks out of myself trying to beat an itch. My central nervous system also doesn't understand pain properly so what might be a normal feeling where your underwear meets your skin, to me could feel like a constriction (even though they fit perfectly) so it's really important to me that my underwear is comfortable, doesn't pinch, and sits right so as not to aggravate my skin. Boux Boxers tick all of these boxes, in fact they are the only underwear I've worn in the last year that meets all these requirements, so yeah I love them!! 

Do you have a favourite underwear brand? Are you as in love with that damn cute penguin as I am (£2 in the sale btw)? Or are you sitting there wondering why I think you care about my pants?? Either way sound off in the comments as usual, or get me on Twitter :-). 

  

                                                                 

Why I LOVE my body!

Why I LOVE my body!

Saturday, February 06, 2016

Whoa hold on now is AJ about to be super vain and ramble on about her succulent curves, banging boobies, and ever-lasting legs??? Well no, no she is not. I mean don't get me wrong all of these things are true *not even a humble brag* but that's not what this is about, this is about so much more.  I am a pretty avid Twitter user and one thing I've noticed is that whilst we build up our friends and followers' self-esteem, we are bloody horrible to ourselves!! We hate this, we detest that, our lives would be so much better if our stomachs were flat (didn't mean to rhyme but fuck it, it works!)...it's bollocks!  I for one have had enough of being mean to the one thing I really have in this world. When all is said and done your body is the only thing that follows you to your grave, so can we all, maybe, start being a little nicer to them?? Now little plot twist here, my body is riddled with illness, I'm in constant pain, some days I can't even walk, and I have skin so dry that heavy duty moisturisers do nothing but cause a reaction because my skin rejects any form of moisture...yet putting all this aside I have learned to love the body I have, and to stop mourning the body I had when I was 24 (I would have said 18 but I was actually in the best shape of my life at 24).

24 YEAR OLD AJ-FIT AS FUCK BUT NOT A BIG BODY FAN :-/

So why do I love my body? 1) My body fights the good fight every day. My body refuses to let pain stop me from being me, and it works tirelessly to let me get on with things. Sure sometimes it fails, and I have days where getting up off the couch is impossible but I won't hold that against it because it bloody tries!! 2) My body is missing bits, it has marks and scratches, scars and lesions all over it. It isn't pretty and for a while I tried to hide every red or white line and then I realised "fuck! I'm a real life Sally Nightshade" my body's been torn apart and put back together again more times than I can count, and it's STILL going" and that's amazing. 3) My body has held life inside it! My body worked hard to harvest a comfortable place for another soul to thrive. Yes, I didn't carry to term BUT in response to miscarriage my body laboured, my body contracted and it birthed. It was agony and it was hell but my body knew what to do even when I didn't, and it protected me as best it could. 4) My body has been battered and bruised, starved and force-fed, broken and used, and EACH AND EVERY TIME it has picked itself up, dusted itself off, raised a middle finger to those who wronged it, and just mother- fucking healed the shit out of itself right before my eyes. So yeah, I love my body! My body is a badass-oh and my body doesn't care what I put on it, my body doesn't care if I haven't shaved my legs, or if my eyebrows aren't "on-fleek", or even if it's dressed in the latest designer clothing. I mean my brain does, but my body is just walking around going "bitch please I'm fucking magical and science-y!" Do you guys think it's about time we gave our bodies a little more credit? What is your favourite thing about your body? Come chat to me on Twitter.