Plus Size Plastic Surgery

It’s About Damn Time: Treating Obesity as a Chronic Disease

During one of my TikTok scrolling sessions, I came across a video made by Nurse Practitioner Maria Lena Walls reading a letter one of her patients wrote to the CEO of her employer in regards to adding anti-obesity medications to their employer provided health insurance formulary. I was moved by…

byanniemd007
Dec 22,22
Annie whole life, Babies, childhood trauma, Christmas, Domestic Violence, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Fragile. But not. 🖤

When we lived with Doc, we were artsy. We went to see movies at Tower Theatre. Movies that I think are cool now, but not the ones I wanted to see then. We saw El Norte, The Gods Must Be Crazy, Out of Africa, Raising Arizona, The Legend of Greystoke,…

byanniemd007
Sep 17,22
Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Hypnosis, Middle Aged Women, neglect, Ouija Board, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

No Ouija Boards Allowed 🖤

In middle school, I had a real best friend. One I chose for myself, and one that chose me right back. I don’t even remember the first day I met Sara. I hope she does. We were always together. Package deal for two whole years. We had RT bus passes…

byanniemd007
Sep 11,22
Annie whole life, Babies, childhood trauma, College Visits, Empty Nest, Loss, Love, Married Life, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Puerto Backyarda

I guess I’m predictable. Sometimes, anyway. I’m all in my feelings about taking my baby girl to college at Cal Poly SLO in two days. Two more sleeps with us. One more sleep in her own bed in her own room. Then one night in a hotel in Pismo Beach,…

byanniemd007
Aug 15,22
Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

Dill Chicken 🖤

It must have been 7th grade when we lived on 45th Street in East Sac. Not 45th and J. Not even 45th and H. More like 45th and F, if you know what I mean. Not the Lady Bird street. It was Doc’s house. He was nice enough, unless I…

byanniemd007
Aug 13,22
abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Grief, Loss, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Sink or Swim 🖤

After my mom’s car accident, she got an insurance settlement. I can’t remember how much it was. It was enough to buy her a brand new candy apple red Honda Prelude, the nicest car she ever bought herself. It was cute and sporty and seemed to elevate us. When she…

byanniemd007
Aug 08,22
abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Grief, Loss, Love, Middle Aged Women, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Always On My Mind 🖤

The last time I spent any real time with my dad was when I was 12. It was then that I realized that the only time I saw my dad was if I called him or his girlfriend to ask if I could come visit. So I tested the theory.…

byanniemd007
Aug 07,22
Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Drunk Driving, graduation, Grief, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, Seat Belt

Diet Dr. Pepper 🖤

When I was just finishing 8th grade my mother was hit by a drunk driver on her way home from work. It was a head on collision that almost killed her. The passenger was killed instantly and the drunk driver died on the way to the hospital. She was lucky…

byanniemd007
Aug 06,22
abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, College Visits, Empty Nest, Grief, Loss, Love, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Motherhood, neglect, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, Road Trip

Don’t Get It Twisted

I just said goodbye to my daughter as she left on a road trip from CA to TN to take her lifelong childhood BSF (that’s teen for Best Sister Friend) to college. Cass doesn’t start college until mid-September. So we get a month with her before she leaves us. Before…

byanniemd007
Aug 05,22
abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Bits and Pieces 🖤

I wish I could remember my childhood in chronological order so I could tell you a story from start to finish. But I can’t. I try, but it’s all jumbled up. I try thinking about it year by year, grade by grade, but we moved and I changed schools so…