So, I’ve written a new book and below is a tiny sneak peek of it.
Some of the things I’ve written about in this book: my eating disorder, pregnancy loss, ending a friendship, therapy, how I built a media company, how my marriage collapsed, the most humiliating career experience I’ve ever had and how I recovered from it, working for free, being diagnosed with anxiety, having a nervous breakdown, the hardest (and most surprising) year of parenting, how I knew I was done having kids, a letter to my daughter about my abortion, a letter to my sons about porn, why I think being fearless is a terrible idea (especially for women) and how I had to euthenase a friendship and… that’s only about half of it. Not even.
My son wrote a chapter about what it’s like to have me as a mother that made me cry and laugh but mostly cry and not only in a good way.
There’s a conversation I had with my mother that some of my friends say is their favourite part of the book (along with Luca‘s chapter).
There is advice and information and a reading list and life lessons I’ve learned (by failing and fucking up) and how I’ve identified the worst things women do (me too) to ourselves and how we can stop doing them.
It’s about how “work-life-balance” has become the new thigh gap and it’s making us all feel like shit.
There is so much in this book. It’s hella thick. A big, meaty book. And it’s all new – there’s nothing in there that has been published before.