It was at a music festival when I realised something was seriously wrong. The sun was shining, I was drinking warm cider, the band was playing, I was surrounded by friends... And I started crying my bloody eyes out. In a bad way.
Monday, 26 January 2015
Thursday, 15 January 2015
Ah January, that special time of year when the pressure of maintaining perfection is cranked up to eleven by the ubiquitous phrase, "so what's your new year's resolution?". By this weekend most people will have given up on whatever Spartan regime they've adopted. Women are no strangers to the excessive pressure of "must do" lists - at this time of year we create our own so we can be haunted by our own failure for the rest of the year.