Not Contents - Prev / Next ‘You’ll never do it,’ I said, beginning to feel desperate. ‘It’s hopeless. I am Ugly Git from Uglygitland.’ ‘Roma wasna builta in a day,’ said Nesta, tugging her way through my hair. ‘The darkest hour is just before dawn,’ said Lucy, who was kneeling on the floor next to me, retouching my nails. ‘Suppose,’ I said, looking gloomily at my reflection in the mirror in Nesta’s bedroom. My hair was a frizzy mess, I had an aloe vera face mask on that made me look like a ghost and a big spot threatening to erupt on my chin. ‘Lack of self-esteem,’ said Izzie. ‘That’s your problem, TJ. You are a babe, but you don’t know it. Look, you have fabulous hair that you always scrape back in a plait, long long legs that you never show, a fab figure that you hide in baggy tracksuits and a great mouth that all those thin-lipped models who have collagen injections would die for.’ Always one to accept compliments graciously, I said, ‘Humphh.
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