Back in 1974 I had a serious motor cycle accident whilst I was working in Nigeria and as a result one kneecap was smashed to smithereens and had to be removed. Parts of the other leg became gangrenous and had to be sloughed away. Skin grafts were needed and my legs have a very peculiar shape.
In 2013 I had a double mastectomy,
Over the years I have "comfort eaten" during periods of depression and as a result am very overweight,
Today I found the courage to go swimming with a friend. It is the first time for at least fifteen years that I have swum and to be honest I struggled. I struggled with self-consciousness, with unfitness and with fear.
In no conventional sense is mine the body beautiful but it is mine and it is unique. And today I feel very proud.