This photo was shot exactly three years ago today when my husband and I were on a short trip to East Frisia. See the single white glove I’m wearing?

I was wearing it because I was suffering from TPE disease that would cause the left hand of my original body to slowly but surely decay. 😢

A few month later, Harry had to amputate the upper joints of my four fingers in the hope of curing me. But the disease could not be stopped and, eventually, I got a new body a little over two years ago.

We kept my original body around to use it as a test object to find out as to whether new clothes would be staining.

However, one spot on the back of the hand continued to deteriorate so badly, causing the TPE to literally drip off, so that it was no longer advisable to put new clothing on that body.

So, it was finally time to dispose of my original body wherefore, a few days ago, Harry inquired with our local waste disposal company.

The original plan was that Harry would one day roll my original body to the recycling centre in my wheelchair. I would be wearing my original body one last time to say goodbye. Harry would then take my head home in a backpack and put it back on my new body.

But after the affected area had worsened so much, he didn’t want to subject me to that anymore. Not even the sight of it because Harry said the infected area looked horrifying.

And so, last night, he dressed my original body with an old t-shirt and an old pair of panties and placed it on a chair on the pavement in front of our house to be collected by the skip collection.

It was inevitable, we both knew that. And I do love my new body which has more and better features and reduced boobs.

But still, Harry and I were both overcome with melancholy last night because, obviously, my original body meant a lot to us both.

It was my body when we first met and fell in love, when I lost my virginity to him, when I married him. It was the body I was still wearing during my sexy lingerie shooting which resulted in some of Harry’s favourite photos.

And now it’s gone. 😞

Harry didn’t take a last photo of my original headless body sitting on the street. He said he thought of it at first but then chose to spare us that sad sight so that we will be able to remember my original body fondly forever.