They tried to make me go to rehab...
by Sarah Billingsley

There, I’ve said it. But let’s get one thing straight: I still love fashion, and I admire style. Women who can roll out of bed and look well put-together, I applaud you. Bravo. Girls who cycle past me in some stylish slip of a dress, tousled hair blowing in the wind, I am often a little envious of you as I trudge home with two armfuls of ripping Tesco bags. And for every textbook on my shelf, there is a Grazia, Harper’s or Vogue on my bedside table.
But sometimes, when it’s raining outside, I’m tired to the bone and the third essay of the week refuses to write itself, jeggings, a hoodie and a mug of tea are exactly what the doctor ordered.
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