Just Be My Friend

By Christina Routon

Hi, friend! Yes, it's good to see you too. How are you? It's been awhile, hasn't it.

Let me order my chicken salad - no croutons, please - and my unsweetened tea and we'll visit for a while. I want to hear all about your job, your friends, all the exciting things in your life. And I'm sure you want to hear about mine.

How are my legs? They're fine, thanks. Yes, I still have lipedema. Yes, I'm still wearing compression hose. Nope, no cure, but research is beginning, awareness is growing.

Am I eating organic?
Do I know what the dirty dozen list is?
Have I given up dairy?
Have I given up sugar?
Have I given up all grains, not just wheat?
Have I tried Paleo / Weight Watchers / Jenny Craig / HCG / Medifast / and so on?
Have I given up soy?
Have I given up nightshades?

Because if I do what you tell me to do (even though you're not a doctor / nutritionist / or even remotely qualified on the subject of diet, exercise and health) I can beat this thing?

Whoa, there, friend. Stop and take a breath. Yes, please stop.

I've lived with this diagnosis since 2012. I've had this disorder since I was in my early teens. Let me assure you, since you're so concerned for my health, that I've tried every diet known to man - and some I made up - over most of my adult years. The two years before my diagnosis I lived on chicken and broccoli and was at the gym six days a week. It took me two years to lose 60 pounds. That's when I knew something was wrong, and that's when I started looking for answers.

Now, friend, I'm not saying this to justify anything about my diagnosis or my life. I'm just telling you, right now, please don't go there with me again. Because what I also carried with me for most of my life is guilt. And shame. And blame. From family, doctors, strangers around me and even well-meaning friends like you.

I have lipedema, and it's a real condition and it's not going away by giving up dairy and grains and nightshades. If it were that simple I'd be cured by now.

So, friend, I appreciate your concern about my health, but what I eat or don't eat isn't up for discussion or debate.

No, I don't want your help. Not if your help is diet advice on a condition you know nothing about.

What do I want from you? I want you to be my friend. I want you to love me. I want you to support me. I want you to listen to my crazy adventures in this life and I want to hear yours. I want you to be understanding if I need to walk a bit slower or rest more often than you. I want to enjoy lunch and ooh and ahh over the baby's pictures on your phone. I want you to cry with me when life sucks and laugh with me when life is wonderful. I want to do the same with you. I want to do life together.

Just be my friend.

Rock your lipedema curves

By Tatjana van der Krabben

Valentine’s Day, the day of love and romance. Before you go over the final arrangements to give your love or loved ones a wonderful Valentine’s Day, I’ve got a big bear hug right here. For you. Yes, you! Of course you!

We’ve all been there: your body goes crazy and you don’t recognize yourself in the mirror anymore. Or worse: people rub it in how much you’ve gained and/or should lose weight. Stuff you can totally do without, to put it mildly. But where does that leave you? Is shopping still fun? Can you still be bothered to dress up? Is black your favorite color these days? Has your pretty smile left the building?

If so, it does not have to be like that. Megan Trainor is singing about junk in all the right places and gets praised for it. Nicki Minaj is flaunting what we are usually trying to hide. And what do you know: the perception of what is true beauty changes every decade or so. That’s right: times they are a changin'. Curves are back! So here’s one for you:

If Kim Kardashian can be revered for her booty, so can you!

Or your other curves, for that matter. She simply markets them as beauty and shows her curves with pride. The way she presents it, it just is not open for discussion. Result: plenty of takers. Got to give her credit for that.

It all starts with a little confidence and self-love and that is what I wish for you all this Valentine’s Day. I seal it with a virtual bear hug, because we all need one sometimes.

That leaves just one more thing: