When I was younger, much younger – say, 18 years old – I was a tall, slim blonde, excelling at grammar school. The world was my oyster. I breezed through my A-levels, passed with flying colours. I got accepted to several top universities. People told me, at 5ft10 in stockinged feet, I should be a model. So do you know what I did? None of it. I didn’t go to uni. I didn’t become a model. Why? Not because I didn’t have the intelligence, looks, or the ability. I didn’t go because I was lacking that one vital ingredient for success: self-belief. I didn’t think I was worthy. I woke up and told myself I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t good enough. Yesterday, I got signed to a model agency. The first one I applied to, in fact. A second one is now interested in signing me too. I’m not telling you this to show off (although I am a teensy bit proud of myself). I’m telling you this because one of the most important gifts that comes with age, experience, hard times, knock backs and failures is self-...
Health , Lifestyle , Sober Living (Wo)man In The Mirror ‘I’m starting with the woman in the mirror I’m asking her to change her ways And no message could have been any clearer If you want to make the world a better place Take a look at yourself, and then make a change.’ I love these lyrics. (I used to love Jacko too, but that was before he went looking for him self and happened to find what he was searching for in the underpants of young boys. Allegedly, I should add – don’t sue me, Latoya). But isn’t now, 2020, the most fucked-up, melon-twisting year of our lives so far, a good time to look in the mirror? Time to take stock of our lives in general? You might not be able to make the world a better place, but you can always work on making your world a better place. Since starting this new blog If You Booze, You Lose, documenting my self-improvement journey to alcohol-free living, I’ve heard gossipy rumblings on the grapevine that I mu...
No, I haven't developed a stutter. I'm just sitting here, phone in hand, contemplating that innocuous-looking little lower-case blue 'f' with the white background. The Facebook app. photo credit It's just a button, a single tap on my iPhone home screen, but what lurks beneath is a Pandora's box of emotion. By opening it, you could be greeted by cute puppy videos....or a seething snake-pit of fury and condescension. Post-referendum, the latter is most likely. Which is why I'm still hovering a carefully-manicured forefinger over the icon. Do I really want to kick off my day reading patronising put-downs and catty counter-attacks? Of course, Facebook was initially created for connecting people. What bull! Facebook was created for comparing people. It's human nature. I remember the day, in 2007 I think, when a girlfriend first invited me to join. She explained how it worked. I waited for the punchline. "But what's the.....point?" I asked, ...
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