New Cut…
16th September 2026
Hello my most beautiful and precious starshine {} xxx
How are you my lovely? I really hope you’re okay, and you’ve had a great day. It’s 18.37. I hope you didn’t get home too late, and you’re now chilling with something wonderful. I hope it’s not long until you can fully switch off and settle in for the night {} xxx
I’m crashing, but I got my hair cut today. My hairdresser had free rein with it. Funnily, he gave me a cut I saw a few days ago, but I didn’t think it would suit my face shape. He must have read my thoughts. It’s the shortest it’s ever been.
I do feel more exposed because you can see my face fully. This is a flattering photo. The words “I look uglier in real life” comes to mind. I can’t help it. It’s automatic. I hate having these thoughts about myself. Again, I don’t think this about others.
I think this cut has come at the right time because I need to challenge it. The thing is, does it really matter if I do look ugly? I believed them when I was described as being too ugly to be loveable. I remember thinking that I couldn’t change my face or my skin colour. I wished I could. It made me feel helpless. Their cruel words made me feel helpless and unlovable.
My self-worth isn’t defined by the way I look, I know this in my head, but I wish I knew it in my heart. I will work on it, little by little. I need to because it feels like a prison.
I need to rest now. I’m going to join Clark in Smallville.
It’s 19:19 xx Enjoy your heavenly meal my lovely, then sit back, relax and enjoy the most beautiful evening. If you’re in your fabulous studio, thoroughly enjoy playing your gorgeous heart out for me too {} xxx
Take it gently and restfully, and give yourself lots of love, care and kindness for me {} xx
I love you so much, and I’m hugging you extremely tightly. Hug, hug. Kiss, kiss {} xxxx