“Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticised, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease. Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s, some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense. Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.”—
I think its especially hard for us ‘twenty somethings’ as we come to terms with the transformation from teenagers to women. Our thighs just don’t want to stay smooth and toned forever, our eyes…well, they’re just not as bright, our hips prepare themselves for those of us who will one day be mummys, our arms soften to make room for all those extra hugs.
BUT, we can totally ROCK our twenty something body…its probably the best it will EVER be. Embrace that! After the experimentation of our teens we now know that bleach blonde streaks, electric blue eye liner and wet-look leggings just don’t suit some people! We find our own little style, settle into it and blossom.
More importantly, the excitement of our twenties means we don’t have to worry about our bodies so much…we have SO much else going on. Most of my twenty something friends are either traveling, working, studying or being Mummys already! We discover new ways of looking at the world and ourselves, our priorities get switched about a bit, our perceptions change.
But, YES…of course sometimes I stand in my full length mirror giving my cellulite evil eyes, of course I pull my hair back to smooth the ‘fine lines’ around my eyes and yes, I even give my love handles a not so friendly squeeze from time to time. But you know what I do? I slap on my magic knickers, stick on my push up bra, step into a expensive pair of heels and SMILE, dammmn I’ve been on this earth 21 years and so far, I’ve done pretty well :)
Go do it now, anyone reading this.
GO and stand in your mirror, put on your favourite underwear…go on thennnn, you can put on a dress if you want. But then just stand there and say ‘YES. WELL DONE YOU. You’re still here. You’re smiling…and you know what? *whispers* you are god damn gorgeous!!’