In one of those chapters posted by that brave tattler who handled the books so we didn’t have to. Thank you. Jane said to Katie Price something along the lines of, how brilliant it was for Katie to have every man in the room looking at her.
I‘m 60. Never ever been attractive. On a scale I’d be a 1 or at best 2 out of ten. So when I look in the mirror, although I can see I am now discernibly older, I have never had any beauty to lose. I am still unattractive but older. I’m not using Botox, or fillers. If I won the lottery I wouldn’t have a facelift. I’ve spent a few quid over the years on creams that have come to public attention. That’s it really.
It must be difficult for a woman who has made a career on commodifying their looks into cash to lose their appeal. Price is hurtling down a motorway I wouldn’t want to find myself on. Her breasts are just awful, and could only appeal to a man who would be someone you hope never to sit next to on a bus. Her face is full Daniela Westbrooke. Tight and distorted, unsymmetrical and angry looking. Even her nose has shifted.
All these things point to a mental disorder of some sort a dismorphia. Hours spent applying nails and hair extensions with two children, out of school, and perpetually part of their mothers terrible entourage.
It needs to stop. If only to take a breath andtake stock.
.
Surely that is a little careless on her part?
it must be her that is the blind one
