I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.
I have been supremely lucky in my life in that I have known great love, and of course I am the temporary custodian of some incredible and beautiful things.
I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being – to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.
