Abandoning my alterego

Abandoning my alterego

Clark Kent takes off his glasses and suddenly he’s Superman. Jo Farmer leaves work and suddenly she’s a person experiencing mental illness. The facade is superficial but somehow works. For a long time, this was me. A mental health consumer who happened to...
Truly, madly, deeply

Truly, madly, deeply

I’ve only had a small number of ‘real’ romantic relationships in my life – all unmitigated disasters. That’s not to say I regret them – some were founded on real love, others taught me what I wouldn’t want in a future...
The tale of the drip

The tale of the drip

As the train doors close at Melbourne Central, a family push their way on. A single, solitary drip falls from the father. It isn’t raining; they aren’t carrying anything. Parliament station. Where did the drip come from? I stare at the drip trying to work...
The fat girl who cares about health

The fat girl who cares about health

I recently went to a public health conference. In addition to leaving with the world’s most ironic dose of gastro, I came away thinking about what it means to be a fat person working in a public health landscape focused on obesity prevention. An off-the-cuff...
The process

The process

I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. Almost 40kg this year. It’s one of the common side effects of having most of your stomach removed, and is, after all, the reason I did it. Actually, that’s not quite true. The main reason I chose to have a gastric...
Working out my relationship with food

Working out my relationship with food

On an average day at work (in any of the jobs I’ve worked at), it wouldn’t be uncommon for someone: to comment on how (un)healthy another’s lunch is – “You’re being good with a salad!”; “Hot chips are my weakness”...