It’s NOT world mental health day….

…and mental health is still important. So world mental health day has come and gone for another year.

But there are still people out there who are suffering. Mental health is an everyday of the year issue, not just an overcast and rainy (ha it’s Manchester – it rains) day in October.

While I support the idea of raising awareness of this important issue and the struggles many of us face, it’s far too important an issue to put to rest for the rest of the year.

I have this every day. I fight it every day. I am open about it everyday. And I am open about it not just for me to ask for help, not to show I am weak, but to show that I am strong. To show someone out there that I have it too and that it’s ok to be sad. It’s ok to not be ok.


World Mental Health Day

This year’s World Mental Health Day focusses on mental health in the workplace. Something I have all so bitter experience of.

A almost a decade ago I was in a bad place. A newly qualified teacher. Alone in a place I knew no-one. Struggling in my job. I felt so.. hopeless.

I struggled on. My mental health getting worse and worse. I felt like a failure. Weak. I mean, you can’t take time off because of what’s “just going on in your head” can you?

This went on for months and months. I had started self harming. No-one noticed. Until eventually in a doctor’s surgery I was asked “are you Ok?”. I broke down. The answer was clear. I wasn’t ok. Far from it.

I ended up off work. For months and months. Eventually quitting. Because it was the job, the situation. Not my brain right?

I soldiered on for several years, convincing myself that I wasn’t depressed. But I was. Desperate to hide my little secret.

Then I broke again. But this time I was going to call it what it was. I, Sarah Brown, have depression and I am unwell.

I was signed off again. I recovered enough to return to work.

After a while I switched jobs moving to Manchester. I have had more help and am in a supportive office where they get it.

Mental health in the workplace is complex. Occasionally we need a “mental health day” to recover, to rebalance and to heal. But these days are not treated in the same way as someone who needs a day off with a migraine for example. We hide it. I have a cold, a headache, I have been sick for example. But it is so rare to tell the truth. That it’s our mental health.

So today on World Mental Health Day, I pledge that I am going to be honest when I need a mental health day. I will show it for what it is and not hide it, not fear it. I am Sarah Brown, and I have depression.

Back to life, back to the bloggersphere

Hello dear reader,

It is I, Sarah Brown. Back on the blog. *does a little dance*

Much has changed since my last post… But equally much is still the same. Still fat.

Still opinionated

Still a Lib Dem

And still about 48% Bridget Jones.

I now live in Manchester where I work in Human Resources.

I guess I haven’t decided where I will take my blog content wise, but let’s see eh?

Laters guys

Sarah xx

A Flabulous Girls Guide to Underwear

So this weekend has ended with me tidying my bedroom. A tedious task I don’t do anywhere near as often as I ought. I get bored or distracted. Distracted and bored. But this weekend I managed it. I took chaos, moved chaos and put chaos into other places. Some of it survived and some of it ended up in the bin.

But I need your help. Underwear. I sorted out my underwear drawer. And I am left wondering what the hell I was thinking when I bought some of it.

So my sock collection is relatively normal. Some black plain ones, some striped ones and some novelty ones. A quick sort through, got rid of ones with holes, ones I don’t wear and then the socks were done.


Next came the pants. Broadly 3 categories again. Sexy pants, not so sexy but comfy pants and then the broadly horrific stomach holding in pants. The ones even Bridget Jones would not dare admitting to owning.

As a self confessed flabulous woman I am wondering, what kind of self respecting flabulous woman would wear these things?! It’s not as if by wearing them I suddenly become thin, or that they are particularly comfortable, they just hold my belly in and make me feel like a bit of a fool.

So dear reader do I keep these pants? Those horrendous torture devices which change the shape of my body to please, well who to please exactly? Love me, love my curves. I’m thinking I should ditch them…

Next came the bras. Now recently I went and got my boobs measured for the first time in ages. I am a 40GG. So there has been a bit of a turn around in this section of my underwear drawer. So the unsupportive Greying cotton ones are now in the bin as are the ones where the underwire has popped out but I kept because they were pretty. I then came across two MINIMISER BRAS. They make your boobs look *smaller*. Now being quite “well endowed” in the booobage department I wondered why on earth I had bought them. They are a nice pair of boobs so I hear, so why the hell would I want to shrink them?! I am frankly disgusted with myself for owning them.

No underwear in the world is going to make me look thin. I might as well face facts. Especially when I do this….


So I think I’m just going to say to myself, if it makes you feel sexy, buy it and wear it. But don’t feel you have to wear torturous undergarments that push and pull you in all directions. What self respecting flabulous woman would do that to herself!?

I am flabulous :)


I am not a skinny girl. I have a dress size that is for some considered a “bit rank”. I have struggled with my body for many years. Hiding it under black and baggy clothes, avoiding wearing dresses, dressing frumpy and generally not being proud of the body I have. I am plus sized. Obese, fat, whatever. These words have fairly negative connotations around them. So I am inventing a word for what I am. FLAB-U-LOUS. Flabulous. I have a nice body. I should like it more. So here is my body. If you like it great! Enjoy. If you don’t, then fine your choice. Whatev’s ๐Ÿ™‚

Looking Flabulous – no double chin there.

Double chin, but sexy Christmas jumper ๐Ÿ™‚

Boobs! And the swimming costume I almost took back to the shop in the fear my body might scare people.

Looking good at a Lib dem thing. I felt fab.

Dressed up on a night out where every single man I came across seemed to fancy me ๐Ÿ™‚

And y’know – standard face ๐Ÿ™‚

UPDATE – been bra shopping with the lovely boyf. Bravissimo is a great place. Turns out I am a different bra size than I thought. ๐Ÿ™‚

Diary of a defector – 5 months on


It’s been 5 months since I took the decision to become a Liberal Democrat (you can read about that here) and dear reader I am happy in my new political home. The Liberal Democrats I have met are friendly, genuine and generally lovely folk.

I have no regrets on crossing the political floor, it’s been the right thing to do. Because there is nothing worse than walking into a room and feeling like an alien, like someone who doesn’t belong. I wasn’t happy back there, it didn’t feel right. I dunno, it just wasn’t for me. I guess it’s like doing salsa classes, some people love it, others decide they want to do ballroom instead. But I guess the dance enthusiasts don’t get quite the same level of “enthusiastic disagreement” that I did and on occasions still do.

The most fun criticism lately (look at the comments on on this article) was someone who thought that I was a spy/double agent for the lib dems. I mean come now. That’s just hilarious. So on joining the old party I thought “hmmm, y’know this is a perfect opportunity to be a spy for a party I have never been a member of”. I wasn’t spying. It never occurred to me. Just saying.

I do still have some good friends in the Labour Party. Why not? I guess just because salsa dancing wasn’t for me doesn’t mean some of the people there weren’t nice. They were. They are. The ones who accepted my choice without question. You know who you are. ๐Ÿ™‚

I have even had a friend from labour contact me about joining the lib dems. You go girlfriend you are going to love it.

I suppose policy wise, I approve of lifting working people out of tax, I don’t approve of internet filters to protect children from online pornography, I agree with free school meals for infant aged children and yeah I still want electoral reform.

So here I am, five months in, still smiling. Laters ๐Ÿ™‚

The Good, The Beard and The Ugly

Beards. I love them. Here are 10 facts about the joy of facial hair.


20131008-200522.jpgIn Greco-Roman antiquity the beard was “seen as the defining characteristic of the philosopher; philosophers had to have beards, and anyone with a beard was assumed to be a philosopher.”
Beards make it easier to think. Fact. Stroking a beard aids thinking and this is why any philosopher worth their salt sports a fine beard.


20131008-201132.jpgDid you know there are two online dating websites for those who appreciate a good beard? and honest!


According to GQ magazine

The more detailed the style โ€” as in thin beard lines tracing the jaw or โ€˜creativeโ€™ goatees โ€” the higher the wanker factor. Harsh but true.

who knew there was beard etiquette for trendies…


20131008-211607.jpg The 2013 World Beard and Moustache Championshipsยฎ will take place on November 2, 2013 in Leinfelden-Echterdingen, Germany. Registration is now open.
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The British beard club exists! You can see all the epic beards from your area here


20131008-212322.jpgAccording to research women will find a man with a 10 day beard much sexier than the same man clean shaven. Come on guys you know it makes sense!


20131008-213611.jpgwhile a beard makes a man look sexier, statistics show just a moustache is a turn off. Sorry guys!


20131008-213900.jpgMany goats possess a beard. The male sometimes urinates on his own beard as a marking behaviour during rutting.


20131008-214147.jpg There is a Beard growth vitamin called Vitabeard.


20131008-214500.jpg Exfoliating ones face encourages hair growth and could make a beard grow faster.