It will probably be no surprise to anyone reading this that I am quite comfortable being in a state of undress. I have written before on the subject of self-image , and I am, I guess, quite fortunate. I have always been pretty comfortable in my own skin and always been fairly relaxed about letting it all hang out. That’s not to say that I like all bits of my body equally. There are bits that I am not particularly fond of; my lopsided ears for example and my double chins. The latter I can partially excuse on my hypothyroidism, the ears, however, I was born with. There are other bits that I think are actually pretty good. Thirty odd years of running up and down rugby pitches has meant my legs (especially thighs and calves) are in pretty good shape, and the upper body strength required for the game means that my shoulders and chest are pretty well developed (although this causes issues finding shirts/jumpers/etc. that fit me in the sleeve). There are other bits that I’m fairly
Just a man, sharing his thoughts and words; trying to make the worls a happier place, one naughty hashtag at a time.