As a teenager I was constantly picked on for having freaky skinny, bendy arms and told to hide them as they made my classmates sick.
Did I give a toss? Like the hell I did. Most of my youth was spent wearing vests and halter necks just to sicken the haters all the more. They soon got bored and moved on to hound someone who actually cared.
After a lifetime of baring them I never feel the cold on my arms. Despite the snow flurries and icy temperatures I went out with naked arms today. They're toned rather than skinny these days but they're just as bendy (and still freak people out).
|My new pendant - thanks, darling Helga|
|Crochet beret (the fabulous Elizabeth), 1970s Mexican maxi (the sauce pot that is La Dama), 1960s Astraka fake fur gilet (bought from a car boot sale by a friend), vintage cow hide belt (50p, car boot sale), Leather clogs (£5, Top Shop 2010), 1960s curtain couture bag (hand made by me) plus a heap of inherited brass jewellery|