Laura Jane Williams

I fell in love with you hard, and fast. Willingly. I was ready to love. I chose you.

I don’t want to decide here, in this pub, with the music too loud and the people too trendy, whether this will be the beginning.

Without the daily ritual of eleventy thousand outfit changes, I’d cease to ruin my morning, day after day, by getting frustrated at myself in the same old predictable fashion.

I ummmmed and ahhhhed for ages about whether I really wanted to send it, and cringed as I did.

I was genuinely, totally and absolutely fine with my body, with my health, with what I saw in the mirror… until I wasn’t.

I never considered that other people might be comparing their Real Life with my Show Reel, though, and so here I am, earnestly cultivating the most attractive version of my life so that the brightness of the good memories can dull the emptiness of the bad, an online myth of my own making when the offline truth might be more interesting.

Love must play a part somewhere, and sometimes even the biggest part, but most relationships I see don’t continue for love alone – there’s too much pain.

My heart aches to wake up next to somebody.

It was a punch to the throat.

I’ve spent twenty-eight years making people believe I’ve had this alternative, bohemian, crazy life, and I don’t even know how to roll a joint. Drugs have literally never crossed my path.

I undressed to seek validation. 

The very last reason one should undress.

Start your days with what you love, and see how it transforms your relationship with “having enough time.”