Being female.
Must be quite hard.
If this excerpt from ‘Adults’ by Emma Jane Unsworth is anything to go by.
Twiggy.
This is a mother talking.
To her 35 year old daughter:
‘Oh, my darling,’ she says, into my hair.
‘At least I only had to try and look like Twiggy.
You’ve go to sing and dance and fuck and work and mother and sparkle and equalise and not complain and be beautiful and love your imperfections and stay strong and show your vulnerability and bake and box and pull fucking pork.
It’s much too much.’
Fair point.
(This passage was highlighted to me by North of England Guardian Editor, Helen Pidd).
