Step by step, the road is long, but at the end you can touch a star.
I'm much more accepting of myself. A lot of my body issues have naturally settled down.
Everyone has a mad half-hour once a month.
In school nativity plays I was always the bloody little donkey, I was never Mary.
I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.
I've learnt that if I tell myself I'm not allowed something, I binge on it later. So if I want chocolate, I have chocolate. If I want biscuits, I have biscuits. I love cake. I just love cake.