Dear Marie,
You are so NOT fat! You lie down on the bed to wriggle into skinny jeans because they are spray-on, and that’s the only way you’ll get them on. You’ll soon have to lie down to get most trousers on, because you’ll have a muffin top that needs scooping up and out of the way first, plus if you stand up to put them on you’ll fall over.
Enjoy those skimpy, lacy knickers you’re currently wearing, cos knickers big enough to fit yourself and your three friends in are coming your way.
Remember having to queue to get into a nightclub? Now, once you’re in, you’ll spend most of the time queueing at the toilet – and complaining about the state of it. And don’t forget your earplugs, cos that midlife tinnitus ain’t taking no prisoners.
How long did it take you to get ready for a night out? Two hours; while dancing around the room to a Michael Jackson LP on the Singer record player. Cramming your permed hair full of gel, drying it upside down and backcombing it to the point where you could carry a tray of drinks on your head. And now? Eyebrows drawn on, mascara and a slick of lippy. You’ll spend longer attending to the hair on your top lip and chin than the hair on your head. And there’s no dancing around cos you’ll wet yourself, and it’s always recommended to at least start the evening dry.
And what about the cute, colourful, flappy ra-ra skirts you used to love? Now you’ve got not-so-cute, flappy bingo wings. They only come in one colour (insipid beige) and they certainly don’t have lace attached to them.
Going out feeling hot? Well that’s not changed – but now you’re hot for a different reason. Because your hormones are feckin around with your body, and have decided to frequently plug you in and light you up like a 1970s effin lava lamp! But without the lovely colours and calming bubbles. Trust me…if you had said lava lamp in front of you now you’d be chucking it across your Sarah Kay Holly Hobby bedroom, and smashing it against your Duran Duran poster!
Let’s think about your clutch bag for a minute: money, comb, mini hairspray. That’s it. If you were around now you wouldn’t even have a bag – phone, end of. Your bag of the future? Money, Tena, diary, pens, painkillers, tissues, old receipts and shopping lists, keys, driving licence, reading glasses. Less bag, more backpack.
Your skin was divine and dewy, with a touch of excitement. Eventually it will be wrinkled and saggy, with a touch of despondency. Don’t clart too much make-up on it, let the natural beauty shine through. And just thank god you’re not young now – I know you, you wouldn’t have the patience to apply the amount of products and make-up young girls cover their faces with now. You had a lucky escape.
So Marie, enjoy your life. Grab every opportunity that comes your way with both hands. There is happiness and sadness ahead of you, successes and failures, triumphs and god-awful mistakes. But the best thing about what’s to come is that you’ll make 48,000 friends on your Facebook page, to share this latest journey with.
Never underestimate the power of friendship and female support. It’s worth its weight in hair gel, cherry lipgloss and Charlie perfume any day
Love from Marie xx