I WAS at University when my ‘best’ friend delivered a scathing comment.
“What has happened to you? I mean look at you! You used to be so glamorous!”
From that statement, you’re probably imagining all sorts right? Had I ‘let myself go’? Was I on drugs? Had I not washed my hair?!
No, no, no.
I’d simply turned up to greet my friend at the train station wearing jeans, a T-shirt and flat boots.
That, my friends, was my only crime.
Did I look my glamorous best on this occasion? Nope.
Did I look a mess? No, just casual.
Either way, even if I had looked the most horrific I’d ever looked in my entire life, you just wouldn’t say that, would you?
To your best friend whom you hadn’t seen for ages?
To the person you have laughed and cried with. To the person you have helped through heartbreak, whose secrets you have shared and kept.
I know I wouldn’t.