Now Tattlers, I LOVE a little “treat myself” season, usually after a few red wines, sat on my sofa, silently hitting-up Look Fantastic so my other can’t see what I’m up too, even though it’s my money I’m spending!
But Fopps is out of control, delivery after delivery of shit, never ending, unflattering, either cheap and nasty or massively overpriced shit! I’m actually embarrassed for her, it’s like “if I just buy everything from every trend then I’ll finally be relatable and people will like my posts”, when in actual fact it’s having the opposite effect!
When I was really sad and in a dark place, I found solace and excitement in spending money on stuff I didn’t need, and I think this is what is happening here. In the vacuum of a “successful career”, a deep and unrelenting misery has formed. She’s tried HRT, fad diet after fad diet, herbal supplements, gym sessions and a bucket load of aesthetic treatments, but still, it keeps growing,
There’s a simple fix: find a purpose to your life outside of the home. Assess your self worth on something other than how little you weigh or how much protein you can eat or how much weight you once lost or your miracle twins, then you might actually thrive,
My best friend would give my arse a massive reality check if I was in such a state of struggle, and tough love would be in plentiful supply. But when you’re a lonely woman who is superficially focussed and you block and delete any critique, then you’ll just never grow.
And that growing misery will just get bigger. And bigger.