It is a truth universally acknowledged that a journalist on a deadline is in want of a distraction. So it was that, before writing this column, I went on an entirely unnecessary shopping spree. I bought trainers, sunglasses and dawdled about, procrastinating. I was in one of my favourite high-street stores, & Other Stories, and everywhere there were signs heralding International Women’s Day (held earlier this month). The signs encouraged me to ‘search for your story!’ by going to the shop’s website, which I duly did. The website had a link to a film featuring 11 women from the LA City Municipal Dance Squad, who encourage everyone to let their bodies move in any way they want, regardless of what others think.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.