My list comprising 'I-wish-this-had-been-sold-to-me-differently' continues to expand. Each time something gets added, I mourn the time that has elapsed that could have been lived differently, if I had been counselled better. For instance, for years I had an unhealthy relationship with exercise; a manifestation of my conflicted feelings towards my self, thanks to unhealthy conditioning.

As women, we were meant to exercise in order to be slim, and thus not occupy space, and be more attractive to society in general. It bothered me, this pressure to perform a standardised notion of beauty. Each time I did fall into a routine, I confess, I motivated myself by imagining my transformation, fitting into a more desirable body, with a flat belly and the right curves. Inevitably I'd fail to follow through on the routine. In retrospect, I think it's because my reasoning was totally flawed.