what are you trying to tell me, my dear body?

I have officially been in the wars. And when I say officially I mean not a single soul other than I have made anything official and when I say wars I mean not actual wars. But my poor, aching body has been trying to tell me a little something of late.

I've battled head colds, fevers, racking coughs, fainting and spewing in the street after blood tests (embarrassing!) and now! to top it all off! my wisdom teeth are being the biggest jerks in the entire world and making half of my face look squirrel-hiding-nuts-ish. Geez! Gimme a break already!

Now while I know this is absolutely nothing, and so many people deal with so much worse, I do have to think there's a little somethin' somethin' goin' on here. I get it, body, you're not happy with me. And I hear ya! It might have taken me the whole month of August but I hear ya. Better late than never/in hospital, right?! I've really been making an effort to hold up my end of the bargain and prioritising my health and sleep and healthy food and taking deep breaths and letting go of stress. While the symptoms suck, I'm so grateful for the slow down message and even more grateful for a body that can heal.

And in the meantime, before these sucky wisdom teeth get pulled the heck out, I've decided the best thing to help me smile with a big, fat face is some bright-ass clothes and lipstick.

(spot the fat cheek!!)

xx