Reading an old issue of UK Glamour, as I tried to lull myself to sleep last night, I came across the most inspiring page. I thought it best to copy it out for you (mostly because it's Friday and my unemployed-self is bored by my own thoughts...); then I'll say something profound... I promise!

Hey, it's OK...
...to firmly believe that if you share it, it has no calories
...to try out a few 'sexy' poses on the bed before he walks into the room
...if you don't tell anyone that the flowers on your desk are actually from your mother
...to be utterly transfixed by the sight of a Hollywood actress's stubbly armpit
...not to argue when someone offers to pay the bill
...if you run out of good advice. Most of the time people simply want you to listen, anyway
...to refuse to tell how much you paid for it. Nicely, of course
... to brazenly smile your way through a cold sore, adult orthodontics or a not-terribly-well-concealed spot. You're bigger than a fleeting imperfection; act like it!
courtesy of UK Glamour magazine, June 2007
Now who hasn't almost been caught practicing Sharon Stone renditions in the boudoir? And just last week I butchered my forehead over a tiny pimple and was forced to cake my face with my ever-trusty MaxFactor concealer - I mean I felt better, but the mirror reflected the contrasted reality.
While the majority of magazines still serve to make us mere mortals shudder

Last week's subject, 29 year old, Liz Marlow, went from an introverted working mother-of-two, who practically lived in fleece jumpers and hadn't undressed in front of her husband in more than two years, to a woman courageous enough to shimmy her way down a catwalk wearing nothing but some lacy-lingerie - alongside skinny models, to boot!
I loved it. I loved Gok (oh, please let me be his fag-hag!) - and best of all, I went to bed feeling sexy! Curves and all.
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