When I first told you last week I was going to be on TV, I mentioned that there “may or may not be a really embarrassing photo of me broadcast on national television.”
Turns out it wasn’t.
And I could’ve gotten away with you not seeing a relic of my awkward past – but what kind of blogger would that make me?
So, here it is: proof that I was, in fact, a giant. And not a tall, willowy rake like the supermodel who sat beside me on the BBC Breakfast sofa.
Nope, I was a 5’10” thirteen-year-old complete with hips, braces, and the only clothes that would fit her – her mom’s.
Please be kind. That giant girl still lives inside of me somewhere.
Or, rather, I live inside of her.
Bless you. You are so beautiful. Did you manage to find the full version of the interview anywhere on the internet? xxx
You are beautiful. And look how happy you are in comparison to the girl next to you – what’s with her body language and facial expression huh????
Haha, I LOVE the girl behind you who is CLEARLY not thrilled to be there! ;-0)