So tomorrow is the 18th anniversary of of my diabetes diagnosis. Being 22 i've pretty much lived my whole life with diabetes so really don't know life without it. Whilst it hasn't been the greatest disease to live with, it is by no means the worst and that's the ethos i subscribe myself to every morning when i get up, although at times I'm sure you, as I do, feel overwhelmed with it all. Despite a few hiccups along the way (very entertaining stories) and some dark and irrationally self-loathing moments, I have reached the following conclusion: Diabetes is my bitch. It doesn't control or define me, it is merely one of the features which makes me who I am. To my diabetic brothers and sisters out there reading this, MAKE DIABETES YOUR BITCH! I love every single one of you and am in constant awe of your ability to wade through rivers of adversity and come out on top. Now join me in a non-alcoholic beverage, and a Low GI snack party as I toast to 18 years of the good, the bad and the ugly!