Unicorns and all that jazz

It was probably about 15 years ago that one day I realised that I couldn't stop crying. I woke up crying, went to bed crying and spent pretty much every minute in between- you guessed it!- crying. I was so incredibly sad all the time and I didn't know why. I went to the doctors and after apologising profusely for wasting his time and saying I didn't know why I'd even made an appointment, my 15 minute window of not crying came to an end and the floodgates opened. He told me I was depressed. Depressed?! What are you talking about mate- do I look homeless? Do I look like I don't have a loving family and a job? What the fuck have I got to be depressed about you dickhead??? But I was. Depression is a complete bitch. She kicks your arse in ways you couldn't imagine. There's not always a trigger or a reason and that's the real punch in the guts.  Because you think to yourself that you have everything. You have a great life and you're loved but when that ...

Egos. We've all got one. Some are bigger, some more fragile, some are more brazen and shown to the world. But I think we can all agree that in some way, shape or form - we all have an ego. And it can be tough when it takes a blow.  Especially when it's a fat girl who puts the mortal combat moves straight through it... I am not stunningly beautiful. I don't have a magical fanny and I have a gag reflex. Even my personality is a bit crap to be honest with you. So why is it that the men I've had in my life find it so hard when I decide to leave? Especially when none of them have really loved me. Ego. Whether they would like to admit it or not, the fat girl is supposed to be desperate. You're supposed to leave them, you're meant to not find them attractive not the other way around. It's a bitter pill to swallow when the person who society and the media say is unattractive and unworthy isn't interested in you. I last saw K nearly 18 months ago. I'd...