When two of your friends start up their own brand of scarves there’s not much you wouldn’t do to support them. That includes modelling for their launch campaign wearing the silk scarves……….wearing only the silk scarves. It felt like the modern day version of Jack and Rose as he sketched her wearing only a necklace. Thankfully no one drowned at the end of this version though.
“Going to the chapel and we’re gona get married. Going to the chapel of love.” And who knew that three years later I would actually be getting married in Florence with the man who was taking my photo.
This is not a short post. In fact it’s pretty bloody long. Try condensing a six year story of mental illness into a couple of paragraphs, it’s quite impossible. So grab a cuppa and a bikkie and I invite you to read, and hopefully learn, about a very poignant time in my life. From the age 18 to 23 I battled with anorexia. An illness that is slowly coming out of the woodwork and being talked about more and more. Now I know talking about it is not going to cure it but it will at least help lift the taboo. So this is my contribution to the wider conversation. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.