It’s now been over a week since I have heard from Chris and it’s abundantly clear that another promising relationship is nesting miserably in my emotional wheelie-bin, and awaiting its collection day.
It’s beyond demoralising, when did I become so unattractive? I’m sure I never used to be. What’s actually ironic is that my diet, minus the chocolate cake has been going exceptionally well. If I stand on a certain position on the scales I’ve lost just over half a stone, and even more if I get weighed after my morning s**t.
“Emma, trust me, you’re not unattractive. You’re bloody gorgeous,” Dani tells me on our way home from work. I’ve been with her all day, but this isn’t a conversation to be had in the work office. “Some men wouldn’t know a good thing, if it hit them in the face.”
“I haven
