I Have a Yeast Monster inside of Me
Adjusting to Life with Candida
I have always been a slim lady. Even though I was born a portly ten pounds, people always asked my mother if I had been a preemie. This is because when I was a few months old, my sister ate lye thinking it was powdered sugar; this dissolved her esophagus and she ended up in the hospital for a long time. The stress caused my mother to stop producing milk. I refused to eat anything else, so I shrank. After a few months of nearly starving myself to death, an old woman suggested goat’s milk and I am still here today. But self-starvation stunted my growth and gave me a smaller frame than my blood siblings. I never had a problem eating whatever I wanted while keeping my trim figure.
This all changed in 2010. At first, I thought that I was just gaining weight because I was two years into my first long-term relationship. People are apt to say that when you get comfortable you pack on the pounds. Well, forty pounds heavier I started feeling pretty awful about myself — except my ass, which was banging. This was exacerbated by the bimonthly yeast infections I had started having since gaining weight. This effectively killed my sex life. I went to my gynecologist who gave me antibiotics. It went away for a few weeks, only to resurge worse than ever. She put me on a longer antibiotics cure and it seemed to help, but in reality it was making things worse. We all have intestinal bacteria that help with digestion, and the antibiotics killed all of my “good” bacteria. What I thought was a vaginal yeast problem was actually an intestinal issue. The candida had been overflowing my intestines into its neighbors. The yeast, or the candida, was already resistant to the antibiotic I had been prescribed previously so it survived, and with nothing else to compete with, it continued spreading.