I don’t like water.

I don’t like water. I drink Diet Coke. Nor do I smoke, or drink alcohol or even sip a café. I don’t look after myself. I don’t do yoga, Pilates, those things. I hate physical effort, I don’t run anywhere, but I am super-energetic. Make-up? I just black my eyes and that’s it. My hair? … Read more

In the two months

In the two months I had also dated Justin Fellowes, this guy in my Spanish class, though after three weeks we decided we should see other people, which in my case was a joke, but it beat hearing him remark on everything I ate. ‘I don’t know why girls are always on a diet,’ he’d … Read more