I remember when I used to just wear clothes because they fit. I always wore long sleeves- no matter what season. I’d call my self names... prod and poke at my body. I would take long hard looks in the mirror, going over every inch of my face that I thought was ugly. I would day dream of being skinny.
I did all of this with a smile on my face because hey, I was Talia. Talia who was in every school production. Talia who was in the choir. Talia who had the pink fringe. Talia who would always try to keep the whole room laughing. I was constantly trying to keep up this image that I was sooo happy.
I went to an all-girls school, I was in the last year of secondary, I was the biggest in my year and didn’t feel like the other girls. To top it all off, everyone had started their period and I hadn’t. I started to feel like a thing rather than girl.
I realised that it wasn’t normal, so I went to the GP
At 17, I found out that I had Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) which meant for me: weight gain and infertility.
I still don’t think that this has fully sunk in and won't until I want to start my family.
Fast forward 10 years and ooo you should see me now!
I’m still Talia on the stage, Talia who is the first one up for Karaoke. Talia who has the biggest hair ever and Talia who tries to keep the whole room laughing... but this time my happiness is actually genuine.
I have embraced my curves and body so much. I celebrate plus size fashion I celebrate my rolls and my booty. It has taken me a long time to love myself and I still have a long way to go.
The PCOS will always be a part of me that I can’t change. I just focus on remembering that Talia is a Queen and she is here to SLAAAAAY.