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Text © Celeste Barber 2018
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Dedication
For JoJo, Mark and Nic.
Come back now, please, I’ve got so much to tell you.
YASS, CONTENTS!
@ritaora
The One With All the Content
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Pilot
The One Where I Thought I Would Flip Inside Out
The One Where I Discovered Ritalin, My Childhood (Not So) Imaginary Friend
The One About My Dad
The One Where I Danced a Lot
The One With the Gross Man
The One About My Fake Brother, Michael
The One Where I Was Bullied at School, I Think
Dear Wine
The One About Falling in Love With Comedy
The One About Surviving Drama School
The One With the Other Gross Man
The One About Sparky
The One About Thomas
The One With #hothusband
Dear LGBTQI Community
The One Where My Heart Was Cut Open
The One About My Breasts
The One About My Mum
The One About Jo and How I Got in Trouble at Yoga
The One Where I Discovered Being Famous on Instagram is Like Being Rich in Monopoly
The One Where I Went to America
Dear Hangover
The One When Harry Met Celeste
The One Where I Became an #accidental(role)model
The One About Loving Our Bodies #bopo
The One With the Totally Authentic 100% Genuine 28-Day Guide to Being Hangry
The One Where I Explain Why I Don’t Hate Hot People
The One No One Cares About
The One Where I Became an Anti-influencer
The Last One Part 1
The Last One Part 2
Dear Parents
Endnotes
About the Publisher
Pilot
WELL HELLO, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE SAUCEPOTS. Thank you for buying my book (or thank you for acting excited when it was given to you by your sister-in-law, who probably bought it last minute while running through the airport trying not to miss family Christmas).
I bet you’re thinking, ‘She’s just like me!’ – except when you saw the cover and probably realised that I’ve completely got my head up my own arse. And I know for sure that my primary school tutor – let’s just call her Mrs Fleet – is thinking, ‘Oh my God, if this chick can get a book deal, then anything is possible.’ And you’re right, Mrs Fleet, anything is possible, even though you treated me like I was illiterate when we all knew I was dyslexic with ADD.
This book is a massive deal for me, not only because the profits will help keep my grey hair under control, but because y’all have been super-kind and supportive of me and my stuff, and buying this book is a part of that. (No, you shut up; you’re getting emotional in the intro.)
The closest I ever got to writing a book was at primary school, when most recesses and lunchtimes were spent writing lines: ‘I will not talk back to the teacher. I will not talk back to the teacher.’ And I filled up those pages pretty quickly. So I’m hoping this will be pretty similar.
I love writing. Even though I’m no wordsmith – I spell and read words phonetically, and autocorrect can’t fix or find replacements for 98 per cent of what I write – I’ve always enjoyed expressing myself with a pen and paper. That was until I started writing this book, and now I’m so fucking stressed that I want to go and scream into a pillow. But how good is the cover, right?!
Now, for those of you thinking, ‘Oh God, I just spent actual money on a book by a girl who is only good at taking inappropriate unflattering photos of herself’ – never fear! I’m going to tackle a lot of big issues in this book, from how rich Bill Gates really is to why laser hair removal is more effective on dark hair than on fair hair. *
Here are five reasons why buying this book was a good idea:
1. You went into a bookshop to get it, yay! Everyone wants to fuck someone who pretends to be smart. Or if you got it online, you can just click straight back over to Pornhub *after purchasing it and get your fix there – whatever blows your hair back.
2. If you hate it, you can totally regift it to a middle-aged woman named Beverly – they seem to think I’m pretty cool.
3. By purchasing this book, you have helped me buy school shoes for my kids. They say thank you for that.
4. People will think you’re a feminist, and everyone loves a feminist. Just ask Germaine Greer.
5. If Brandi Glanville (google her, she’ll love it) can write a New York Times bestseller, then so can I.
What a magical experience.
@ciara
@bondsaus
The One Where I Thought I Would Flip Inside Out
I’ve never really known how people start books, especially memoirs. And especially not one by someone who is 36, which is kind of weird considering I haven’t even started my second and chosen career as the new and slightly less busty Michelle Visage. So I thought I’d just jump straight in with one of my favourite stories. Here it is, the story about the day I met my first son and how my once-neat vagina became one big hole.
* * *
DOES ANYONE REALLY PLAN PREGNANCIES? I mean seriously? In my experience, they have been a bloody big surprise, and not the delivery-guy-turned-up-with-something-you-forgot-you-bought-online-weeks-earlier kind of surprise, but more of a ‘sorry we are out of bacon today’ kind of surprise at your local café. It’s unnerving at the beginning, but you know it’s the best thing for you in the long run.
I have four kids. I have two boys of my very own who came tearing out of me, and I inherited two girls as a package deal with my husband, Api. Sahra was two and Kyah was four when I first met them. I have been a stepmother since the age of 21.
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