I did this a few years ago when I wrote the 16 year old me, and since I just turned 45 I thought it might be interesting to think about where my life was half way between then and now and write a letter to the 30 year old me. It seems so long ago but was sort of the beginning of the end of one part of my life.
Ranty Friday this week is about being a big fat failure Yep. That is what I am. Apparently. Not what I think. But what I think is irrelevant. We all need to believe what Samantha Brick has been spouting again this week. And that is that all “fat women are failures”. Fat can’t be beautiful and if you are fat you are failure. Employers shouldn’t employ fat people, fat people