Being awoken to the diagnosis of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) was a hard pill to swallow.
From the confusion to the physical manifestations to the insecurities, it has been a real struggle.
Dealing with the world’s acceptance, sheepish comments and side talks, the mental battle hit hard. Daily I struggled with the what if’s, the why not’s, the why me’s; just because I allowed myself to be caught in contention with the societal ‘norm’.
Slowly, I’ve become accepting that I didn’t choose this. This chose me. And I might be imperfect, but I’m perfectly imperfect.
I am beautifully and wonderfully made by God and I choose not to let my mind, anyone or anything make me feel any different.