So as much as I WANT to make this post all about Beyoncé’s new album, that’s not what this blog about. But just know that I saw it, I loved it, I downloaded half the album, and I worked out HARD CORE to “Freedom” and “Don’t Hurt Yourself” yesterday.
However, her album’s message kind of resonates for this post. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. While my lemons aren’t Jay Z cheating on me, and my lemonade isn’t an amazing visual album that HBO premiered right before Game of Thrones, I’ve had my own lemonade moments since starting this blog.
The biggest one has been the support I’ve had from everyone in my life. Going into this, I knew my parents, sisters, and extended family members would be reading this and talking to me about it (shout out to the Corr’s for giving me at least 100 views every week) ((#IrishCatholicFamilyProbs)). But I had NO IDEA the amount of support I would get from my friends. Since starting the blog and my Instagram, I’ve gotten Facebook messages, texts, and emails from friends and family friends saying how cool this blog is and how much they love it.
The best part has been the people who talked to me at parties or in class and told me their PCOS story – one friend was diagnosed about six months before me, goes to the same GYN here in New York, and had almost the exact same symptoms I had before getting diagnosed. We had an extremely long conversation at a party, and she was so reassuring that things will work out, and gave me some great advice on how to cope with what I’m going through because all this shit gets hard sometimes. Another friend has a different variation of PCOS (not all of the same symptoms) but told me all about her experience with the same pill that I’m on. She also suggested seeing an endocrinologist in the city to check that insulin levels are where they’re supposed to be. I’ll definitely be reaching out to the doctor, so I’ll keep you all posted on that!
I’ve also had a more recent outpouring of support from my Instagram. The other day, I posted a side-by-side picture of me in the same outfit a year apart (#LizzieMcguireIsAnOutfitRepeater).
I couldn’t believe the difference a year made, and because of that post even more of my friends looked at my blog and reached out to me about what I was going through. In the year between pictures, I was diagnosed with PCOS, started eating healthier, started working out, and generally started taking better care of myself. It’s amazing how much just changing the little things in my life made the biggest difference (and, you know, also getting a diagnosis that explained a lot of things). A few friends who I haven’t seen in a while sent me messages saying how they couldn’t believe how different I looked from the last time they saw me. It was so lovely to hear from them and know that even though we hadn’t seen each other in a bit, they took the time to reach out.
I want to use this post to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who’s reached out to me. I know talking about PCOS is weird and difficult because so many people either don’t know it exists or don’t really understand what it’s like, so the fact that so many of you have told me your stories is just so awesome. It makes dealing with things a little easier, and knowing that I can reach out to any of you with questions (or a rant) makes a huge difference (#CystersForLife). And thank you to everyone who doesn’t have PCOS who have just come along for the ride – I’m so so happy you’re in my life and you want to know more about this funky little syndrome. Or maybe you just stumbled upon my blog and read it because I hashtag too many things and post Beyoncé gifs. That’s ok too I still love you. Just slightly less than people I know in real life. Unless you made my meatball recipe. Then I love you more than I love Darren Criss.
(….ok I lied I will always love Darren Criss more)
I’m so glad that with the lemons life handed me, everyone in my life could help me make lemonade out of it. But I am slightly disappointed that no one in my life thought to bring some vodka for this lemonade. And that Beyoncé still isn’t my best friend. But we’ll work on both of those things.