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...
Health , Lifestyle I’m Taking Back Control Of My Borders “You look like one of those Hollywood celebs,” my (now ex) boyfriend said pensively as he eyed me getting ready to go out one evening, peering over the top of his phone. “Thanks babe,” I replied, beaming. “….yeah you know, that chunky one whose book you were reading on holiday. Amy…Schumer?” “Oh yeah…right…” I peered in the mirror, deflated, and vowed silently to lose it, once and for all. The man, I mean. That would be 13 stone of excess baggage gone in one fell swoop. To be fair, he had a point: both Amy and I bore more than a passing resemblance to Miss Piggy in those days – and I clearly liked to hang out with a muppet. So I gave him the heave-ho…and vowed to heave my arse to the gym. Separated at birth: I even have a lower back tattoo. Yikes! Faulty relationship dealt with, it was time to continue with my life admin and take stock of my lifestyle. Having stopped smoking at the age of 40, I had been slowly taking ...
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