Where I Came From

Here is the origins of me. Born to my mother and father in the usual way, growing up in a neat fibro cottage in the suburbs of Ipswich. Not much to say really. The piccies say it all and I've said a lot already.

Why haven't I thrown those photos away????

Ooh look, some wierdo woman wearing shorts that are too tight, with boots no less! Strange what some people will wear.

And look at that Australian woman who looks very at home in between the two American women.

These photos were of me unfortunately, when I lived in America. The worst part thinking about how awful I looked is that I wasn't really very overweight in terms of how big I actually got! I think I was only about half way there. Anyway, America was the perfect place to be when overweight - lots of big helpings of food, a whole lot of new food to try out, and no one who knew who I was! Gee I miss those Peanut Butter Graham Crackers and Peanut Butter Granola Bars!

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It's awful when you realize you don't look as good as you thought you did.

At last a ballet shot! The rehab is going well on my calf. Just started on a bit more in class tonight, after going to a sports physician and an accupuncturist today.

Should be on track for the exams if I don't try and overdo it.

Last night when talking with my brother I found out that he's had the exact same thing for about the same number of weeks as me. No, we are NOT twins! Just a very strange coincidence indeed. And his wasn't a ballet injury, funnily enough.

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