Peachy Keen Top

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a refashion. For that, I’m very sorry.

I have a perfectly springy project to share today though. It started out as a dress.

The color of this dress caught my eye when browsing clearance racks. I wore it a few times, but the way it clung to my hips made me so self conscious I would only every wear it with a long sweater. I finally decided to make it more versatile.

It looks good on the dress, but not so much on me.

 

My original plan was to refashion the dress to look like the top I picked in one of my most popular pins. Continue reading

World Health Day: “Beat Diabetes”

Today’s World Health Day and the World Health Organization chose diabetes as the focus. The campaign this year uses misleading and combative language in an effort to encourage people to take steps and present the onset of “diabetes.”

There is not enough of an effort to educate the world on what diabetes is and all of the types. Some cases of type 2 diabetes can be prevented, people living with prediabetes can delay or forgo a diagnosis of type 2 with appropriate lifestyle changes. (Test your risk here.)

But my type 1 diabetes? It wasn’t preventable and it’s not curable… yet. Mike said it really well in the DiabetesMine post today:

This is such a focus on prevention, but what about those of us already living with type 1 and 2? We can’t feel that we’re at war with our disease all the time, can we?

The marketer in me knows that these strong, fighting words are intended to have more of an impact and stir some emotion in people. However, as a person with diabetes, this terminology stresses me out. I hate living with diabetes. I don’t like feeling as though my body is working against me all the time. It’s even worse when the world is working against me all the time as well. It’s exhausting to constantly face ignorance.

“Did you used to be fat?”

“How come you didn’t grow out of diabetes?”

“You look like you take care of yourself, how can you have diabetes?”

“Do you have the bad kind of diabetes?”

“I don’t know the differences in the types.” (subtext: and I don’t care to learn.)

I recently had coffee with the new-ish executive director for ADA in the state of Ohio and we talked a lot about my experiences, misconceptions and access issues. One nice thing about our conversation had nothing to do with the words, but everything to do with her reaction to my pulling out my PDM to test my blood sugar. It was the most normal thing in the world to her. I don’t get that a lot… even around extended family.

I’ve said before that I don’t have a ton of offline connection to other people who live with diabetes,  but my online connections have been so valuable.

Diabetes isn’t an enemy to “beat,” “fight” or “defeat” every day. No one has the energy to wage a battle like that. Diabetes is a part of my life that I must manage, accept, deal with, care for and even respect. It’s a powerful disease that has the ability to damage me as well as kill me.

I think it’s more important to Beat the negativity and Spread some knowledge about diabetes. Here are ways to do that: Continue reading

The Weekend Closet Project

A couple of weeks ago, Brad and I set to work redoing our builder-basic walk-in closet by adding a custom closet system that his parents generously gave us for our birthdays.

Before

 

I had the right side of the closet and part of the back wall. Although the builder rack stuck out in a way that made it impossible to hang anything close to the door, or it wouldn’t open. Brad had the shorter left side of the closet and we shared the back.

Step 1: Clean Out Continue reading

No One Can Tell that You’re Sick

“… and then there’s you. You’re a trooper with your disease. No one can tell that you’re sick, you handle it so well,” said my colleague in a random conversation.

When I started working at the company that I do now, I living with a condition that I didn’t know I had and it was slowly trying to kill me. I started my job in the middle of July and by early August, I was in full-on, vomiting, blurry vision, unquenchable thirst, exhausted, DKA. That was nearly five years ago.

Five years ago, I would say that I was sick. Really sick. Today, I don’t really consider myself sick, except for if I catch the occasional cold or flu. Once I got the diagnosis and treatment I needed, I stopped considering myself to be sick. Continue reading

I Don’t Really Think That’s Feminism

Brad and I were recently having a conversation and something was said in jest that lead me to tell Brad he’d better be careful since he’s married to a feminist. *Gasp* It’s a little dangerous to say that sometimes.

“What makes you call yourself a feminist?” Brad asked me.

My answer included some of this list of things that I believe:

  • Men and women should be equal
  • It shouldn’t be okay for people to catcall me on the street
  • Men and women should get paid the same amount for the same job and women shouldn’t be at a disadvantage in salary negotiations just because of gender
  • I shouldn’t have to check my assertiveness to avoid being seen as “bitchy” when a man would be seen as “confident”
  • Women shouldn’t have to pay more for the female version of products
  • The occupancy of my uterus shouldn’t be up for discussion
  • Women shouldn’t fear that wearing their engagement ring to an interview will make them less likely to be hired (due to either “that ring’s big, she clearly doesn’t need a job” or “she’ll probably get pregnant soon, we don’t want to deal with that”)
  • Rape victims shouldn’t be asked what they were wearing
  • Girls shouldn’t be discouraged from leadership or studying science and math

The list goes on. Gender bias and discrimination is so ingrained in our society that people don’t stop to think about it enough.

“I don’t really think that’s feminism,” Brad said. “That’s just how things should be.”

It’s sad that these views would classify me as feminist, but unfortunately it’s true. Many people think that my list of things I believe is already reality, but it’s not. Women haven’t even had the right to vote for all that long. It’s not until we all become “feminists” that these things will become how things should be.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to quit shaving my legs anytime soon… I’ll just use a men’s razor because it’s cheaper.

InternationalWomensDay-portraitI think it’s perfect that I was born on International Women’s Day and this year’s theme is gender parity. Don’t be made uncomfortable by strong women. Also, don’t be mean, it’s my birthday.