So they let me in ELLE Magazine


They let me write all over magazines now, the fools! Here I am in the August issue of ELLE UKbanging on about crying in the queue for Greggs while stuffed into ill-fitting gym wear.

I also made it to the contributor page, where I generally bring the tone down and make poor company for Victoria Coren.

RELATED: The whole sorry story of how I lost my mind dieting is detailed here, complete with bad Game of Thrones photoshopping.

“I spend my days completing a five-hour rail London-Shire-London round trip, and hanging out in hospitals (on the plus side, I get to read all of 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. No, I’m still not sure what it’s about. Everyone does a lot of yoga and slices up loads of daikon radishes, though, I can tell you that).”
The unexpected derailing of my post-diet good intentions, documented for xoJane in ROBYN WILDER AND THE TEMPLE OF THE BODY: PART 1.