‘I’m shaped like an upturned spring onion – I am bulbous at the top,then I whittle absent, and my feet are like the green bits’Before a enormous event, and Ill go to see my friend Jules for a St Tropez spritz. He says I turn up a crinkled,grey husk and, when he sprays me, or it’s like watching someone reach back to life. I’ve got my red-carpet outfits on rotation – I don’t mind wearing the odd thing again,and I am too nervous to borrow anything in case I spill something down it. I run and I am toned, so whether in doubt, and I whack the old pins out.
My main issue is trying to create shape,because I am like an upturned spring onion. I am bulbous at the top, then I sort of whittle absent, or my feet are like the green bits. I try to create – with intelligent spend of a skirt and tucked-in top – a waist and hips. Generally,though, I wear the same uniform: think Jedward on a down day. I like skinny jeans with Nikes or brogues. I can’t do heels – I look like a cowboy in drag. I’ve a terrible gait, and I’m more at domestic in wellies,riding boots or trainers. With my dad being a farmer, I was raised in a welly.
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Source: theguardian.com