Lynne O'Connor

Look at you shine my @pule_jones. 🤩

Morning @N3Route. Any idea when the highway will be reopened? N3 North just after Hillcrest.

@CathyMohlahlana Aaaah Cath they’ll be fine. All three of mine pretty much grew up waking up to hearing me on the radio. Sending love.

Leaving them asleep has been so difficult this week, and knowing they'll wake up looking for me and won't find me. My dear heart.

@zilevandamme Migraine mix from the pharmacy and a good sleep works for me. Feel better. X

May I please have all your migraine tips and trips, thank you. 🫪

@Threadscenes Anthony Kicks

Pronounce it slowly 😅 Very difficult

@zilevandamme Yes!

Question. Do you tip when you order a takeaway item in-store? Say when you order a takeaway coffee at a coffee shop and the terminal has an option to include a tip. Do you?

@John_C_Robbie ❤️

Fifty years ago this month I made my debut for Ireland v Australia. I was twenty years and two months old. Scared stiff! Where does time go? I am now 70!

My heart. May the parents of the 14 children who died in this morning’s accident in the Vaal find peace. 😢

Litter on Blouberg beach, as far as the eye can see @jsteenhuisen

The O’Connors are proudly green and gold! #IREvsRSA

@KhayaJames Oh my word, do they NOT realise that your name is Khayalicious?!

I've been called so many names and today in Craighall, somebody said hey Lindelani

I recently visited the Mall of Africa Absa branch nearby and had a great experience. Onevea Morembo was absolutely amazing!#AbsaPremiumExperience ❤ #YourStoryMatters

@Anele spare a thought for the matrics who are writing maths prelims tomorrow and can’t listen to the full show with @WillLinleyy (cue dramatic gestures about how devastated they are)

Ten-year-old Alondwe’s life has just changed forever. After years of pain and isolation, a united effort from NGOs, doctors, and the Netcare Foundation gave him the gift of healing... and a chance to chase his dreams of soccer and justice. goodthingsguy.com/people/ngos-an…

A circle of happy toes and hearts ♥️. These school shoes used to be drip bags and tubing in Netcare hospitals. They’re now being worn by our country’s future leaders. 🫶🏼

The Queen of Zip 👑

@jonbonjovi Let them, by Mel Robbins

Time for a new read You guys have any recommendations

NOTE: Netcare statement on the JMPD officer’s treatment at Netcare Milpark Hospital.

@Ke_KeleM Thank you, Kelebogile 🙏. I hope you’re well.

@BrentLindeque You’re gorgeous, Brent. My new favourite saying: Let them. 🫶🏼

Some guy tried to body shame me yesterday. He commented on a post, saying that gym is failing me and that my biceps are too small (according to him). I blocked him. Deleted the comment. Moved on. But I need to get something off my chest. Before you read anything else, I need you to hear this: I get nasty comments and messages every single day. Every. Single. Day. This isn’t me exaggerating. It’s just the reality of being a public figure. And I’m not telling you this for sympathy. I’m sharing this because maybe, just maybe, someone out there might learn something new from this story. Maybe you’ll be reminded that we’re all dealing with stuff and that will spark some kindness in you. Or perhaps you’ll change the way you speak to yourself. Or maybe you will realise that being a doos online isn’t the flex you think it is. Deep breaths. This is where we get real. Here’s something I’ve never really spoken about… I have body dysmorphia. Self-diagnosed, sure, but real nonetheless. I was a fat kid. And that feeling never truly leaves. It sits with you, follows you, whispers in the background. I 100% have an eating disorder, one I try to manage. It’s part of me, something I navigate every single day. Take this photo, for example. That was me in the Seychelles last month. If I were looking at it objectively - if it were someone else - I’d think, “Hey, this guy looks good.” But because I know it’s me, I see something very different. Again, I am not looking for sympathy or even a compliment here. But when I see that photo, I see a fat guy. That’s what a body disorder looks like. That’s what it feels like. But here’s why I’m not afraid to post a photo of myself, like this, in a budgie smuggler: Because I’ve learned how to tell that voice in my head to shut the fuck up. Yes I swore. My mom says I can swear when I am angry. That voice in my head requires some anger. You see, teaching that voice in your head not to be a dick takes work. And believe you me, we can say “sticks and stones”, but words can be very ugly things too. Rewind 11 or 12 years ago. Probably the height of my disorder. I became obsessed. Training twice a day, seven days a week. Eating nothing but chicken, rice and broccoli. For breakfast, lunch and dinner. No deviation. No balance. Months of this. I had abs. I am sure my biceps looked incredible. I also had no joy. Andrew nearly left me. I was the “fittest” I had ever been but also the saddest. And I still felt fat. It took a hard conversation with myself to change. Now, a decade later, I have never been stronger. Never been healthier (both mentally and physically). And never been more happy. I can lift heavier than ever. Run further than I thought possible. And I no longer count every calorie. I’ll eat the sour worms. I’ll drink the wine. I will have another potato, thanks. I will live. So, my guy, your words? They’ll linger for a moment. I won’t lie. When I look in the mirror, that little voice might try to replay them. “Hey fatty… your biceps are also too small.” It’ll try to creep in, like it always does. But here’s the thing… after years of doing the work, I know how to fight back. I am stronger than that voice. I am kinder than that guy will ever be. And I will always choose growth over cruelty, strength over shame and self-love over self-destruction. Because here’s what I’ve learned: We are not the sum of other people’s opinions. We are not defined by the size of our bodies, our abs or our biceps. We are defined by the size of our hearts. By the kindness we give, the love we allow ourselves to receive, and the moments we choose to live fully, without fear of judgement. And if you’re reading this, if you’ve ever struggled with the way you see yourself, let me leave you with this. You are enough, exactly as you are, in this moment. Not when you lose weight. Not when you gain muscle. Not when you finally meet some unrealistic standard you think will make you worthy. Right now. As you are. And that my friends, is the real flex. Okay. Love you. Bye.