I keep getting messages saying, “Wow, you’re out already, you look amazing, you’ve bounced back so fast.” But honestly? It’s absolute Instagram propaganda. The truth is, I don’t recognise myself at all the moment. My body feels completely foreign. I’ve gained a stone in six weeks, I’m constantly bloated, my boobs are bigger and sore, my face looks puffy, my skin and hair are dry. Every time I see my reflection, it feels like a stranger staring back, and I hate it. On top of that, I can’t even exercise to help myself feel better. My consultant has told me I have another month of no baths or gym because of the pain and bleeding. That’s four more weeks of being stuck in this body I don’t feel comfortable in, with no outlet, no way to feel like me again. It’s like I’m trapped, waiting for permission to move forward. The symptoms are relentless: the brain fog, forgetting names mid-sentence, going to the wrong cinema, snapping at people I love because I’m just so up and down. The CONSTANT...