As a feminist, I strongly defend the idea that women are in control of their bodies and that no one should say otherwise. Yet, if I’m so blazé about being hairy when I’m not on show to the rest of the world, why do I normally care?
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December 2005 – I sat in front of the mirror outside my bedroom, rapidly jotting down my burning desire to host the launch of my world-changing first novel at my local library, so that ‘Forest Hill (the quiet, Tubeless corner of London that I grew up in) could be remembered for something more than the weird old walrus down the road