I’m just an average lady living in a big city. Taking the train to work, reading the occasional book, dabbling in baking, and feeling like I can’t make a mistake.
I’m ready to tackle those demons that have both propelled me in the world (valedictorian, great scholarships, amazing world adventures) and kept me from flourishing (afraid to speak a foreign language, terrified of the racks in the weight room, and ridiculously emotional when a cake flops). I want to laugh at myself. I want to be able to play games without feeling my face get hot in anticipation of needing a win. And most of all, I want to feel less self-conscious and more confident in my skin. Just like my girl — Bridget Jones.