I’ve had a tiny-wee break from my blog over the past week, simply in order for me to fully enjoy my birthday.I am a total brat on my birthday and wanted to relax and to not have a care in the world. You will all be happy to hear that my time away was successful. I have come back with so many exciting ideas; they’re practically falling out of me! Before I get ahead of myself: in today’s post I basically want to brag about my amazing 22nd birthday and the WONDERFUL birthday trip to London, completely planned by my incredibly wonderful boyfriend (so many adjectives!!!) So let’s get this show on the road… I’m dying to tell you all about it.
This topic is incredibly close to my heart. I can only speak through my experience as a girlfriend of someone who suffers with muscle dysmorphia (other wise known as bigorexia). Dan inspired me and even suggested I write this post and I for one would like to applaud his bravery for allowing me to write this. This is such a HUGE part of his life, and it’s become a rather large part of mine now too. I’m both really excited yet incredibly nervous to publicise this post. Excited because I’m so passionate about it, yet nervous because I’m plunging headfirst into unknown territory. In this post I will be explaining exactly what muscle dysmorphia means, its place in today’s society, and how it has effected Dan, both physically and mentally.