Strong Women.

Most days when I scroll through Instagram I end up comparing peoples photos with my own life. I know I shouldn't but I think it's something that a lot of us are guilty of occasionally. Silly things like, their house is bigger than mine or they're a better photographer. Last week though I was scrolling through and I came across a photo that immediately made me smile.

I've never tried to hide my past, I'm not ashamed of it, but it's also not something that I shout about from the rooftops. My past has made me the person that I am today, both the good parts of me and the bad. 

I come from a broken home. 
I am a survivor of child sexual abuse. 
I was bullied at school.
I got married at eighteen to an abusive man. That marriage ended whilst I was still eighteen.
I suffered from five miscarriages before we managed to have James.
I am on anti anxiety medication. It has helped me no end.
My problems with food started when I was twelve and are still ongoing.
I do not have any contact at all with my Dad.

I am a big believer in that everything happens for a reason, even if you can't see it at the time. My past has shaped me. I've learnt lessons from it. It's made me cry, it's made me stumble but each time I've gotten back up, dusted myself off and started again. That alone makes me proud, not ashamed. Proud that I'm a survivor, proud to be a woman.

Strong Women..
May we know them.. 
May we raise them.. 
May we be them.. 

1 comment

  1. Beautiful post, Liane...beautiful. Love the line "it's made me stumble but each time I've gotten back up, dusted myself off and started again".....go, girl. You are bigger than those things, much bigger.


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