Seven years ago I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. (Quick refresher: Type 1 is a genetic disease. I was born with this gene in my body. I didn't "eat too many sweets" or "bring this upon myself". This disease would rear it's ugly head in my body no matter what choices I make / made). Obviously, my life was thrown into a tail spin - I was a recent college graduate struggling to make ends meet and now I had a life long (and expensive) chronic illness. I lost a LOT of weight as I was diagnosed (which, ironically, had me feeling great about my body). For a few months, I had to give myself insulin shots four times a day. Now I wear an insulin pump (think of it almost like an IV going into my belly - I move the location every three days - connected to a little machine that looks like a pager. The little machine is full of insulin, which I inject into my body after eating to help me break carbs down). Since I've been putting these little tubes into my belly every three days for the past six years, my stomach is COVERED in scars!! I struggle with a lot of things about my body.. The weight I gained back after starting insulin, all the scars all over my belly and legs from my insulin pump and most of all the fact that my body "failed me" by letting my pancreas die and causing me to need these insulin injections to keep myself alive.