It was New Year's Eve and I had not been invited to a party yet. Depressed I ate a whole box of chocolates on the long journey home in the London Underground.
When I got home there was a message waiting for me. It was a party invitation from one of the girls from my youth club.
I took half an hour perfecting my appearance. I had recently finished a fashion modelling course and knew how to apply makeup for photo shoots and dress for the cat walk.
During the party I left the room for a few minutes to go to the bathroom; just as I was approaching the room again I heard a girl bitching about me to all my friends.
"She's got a false hair piece, false eyelashes.....what else is false about her?" she said,followed by brittle laughter.
What a shock! I do not take things lightly. I managed to walk back into the room and stay for an hour longer;
I brooded on this revelation all week and I realized that I had been hiding behind a facade and painted false version of myself. A persona that my mother had encouraged.
It took me a long time to be confident without makeup, and even longer to behave naturally; but it was worth the effortl