The way of Xena

I did a way foolish thing, I confess. I read Elle. Look, I was in a café and it was all they had and no, I won't be going back there in a hurry.

Tell you what, though. Publishers are getting sharp these days. Elle can knock eighty points off your self-esteem in the first ten pages. Halfway through the editorial and I was a fat, frumpy failure with bad skin. These magazines should be handled only with tongs.

Once it would have been the end of me for a week at least. These days, though, I have a secret weapon. I have discovered the warrior princess within. I walk the way of Xena. It works like this:

No, I don't hate men and of course, violence is not the answer. On the other hand, standing up straight and radiating self-confidence has got me through more situations than you might imagine. You needn't confine yourself to my models, either: Ani DiFranco, Granny Weatherwax and Joanne Whalley's character from Willow have all been demonstrated to do the trick. Experiment. Play. Enjoy.
Sunday, 18 January 1998. Not called Raze for nothing.
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