The Beginning

It struck me one day when I had actually taken courage and left my house, that on the outside everyone looks like they have their shit together. I was asking myself what secret everybody was keeping from me when it hit me.  

Their lives are probably just as crazy as mine, they're just really good at hiding it.
Well... I'm no Stepford Wife. I try to look glam, but most days my hair is frizzy, my face spotty and my top normally has some sort of sticky one year old hand print that I've missed. I lose my temper with my partner. When I bake, it usually looks like a crime scene. (I honestly set my microwave alight once making a jacket potato... Oherr....)  I can't stop eating even though I whinge about my weight. I do try to be healthy but sometimes I really can't help but give in to those disappointing yet enticing Peppa Pig cookies sat in my cupboard.
And I'm not covering that up anymore. Not only am I not covering it up but I'm going to tell the whole interneting world all about it. (Or at least the one unlucky so and so who happens to come across this page.)
Surely.... Someone else out there is like me?