A tale as old as time and as true as it can be. Barely even friends, then somebody sends an Outlook calendar invitation to lunch at Pret A Manger.
We love workplace romances. They give us countless sit-com storylines. There you are, flirting by the water cooler and sharing Cats That Look Like Hitler.
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Imagine life is a video game called Emotional Development. Sure, the title ain’t snappy, but the graphics are great. In this game, you play out romantic entanglements. You can only ‘level up’ when you’ve grown positively from your experiences. Think of G4RL as the online instruction manual. People refuse to read it and wonder why they’ve been left on read by Brad at Level Two.
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Welcome back to G4RL’s collaborative posts and ‘A Tale of Two Talkers’.
Allow me to introduce my true pal, Kate. She’s an operations consultant by day and a YouTube personality by night. You can find her over on Instagram, where she serves raw emotional honesty and elevates the colour yellow to gorgeous new heights.
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I have green eyes. In some lights, they look blue. An ex-boyfriend once said he’d “never seen such depth of colour”. I store this compliment on a brief listed titled Nice Things Men Have Said.
I’ve been a green-eyed monster. In the second of the Big Scary Word series, we’re talking about jealousy. One emotion: three questions. Find out more about the girl behind G4RL. Allow me to confess to my past sins. Let me explain how I overcame jealousy and blossomed into a blue-eyed babe.
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Content note: self-harm, eating disorders
I experience severe pre-menstrual syndrome. Put your eyeballs back in their sockets lads, you’re reading a blog called GIRL (if you squint a bit). A few days before my period arrives, as well as the usual headaches and irritability, I no longer recognise myself. My self-esteem fluctuates as wildly as the pound post-Brexit. I look in the mirror and think “who replaced my body with dough” and “why has my face been crudely covered with a Halloween mask”. Days earlier, I was the figurative belle of the figurative ball.
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