As it is Mental Health Awareness week this week, this seems like
a good book to kick off with…
I was so inspired by this book that I took my daughter to a
talk which Gordon was giving at the Southbank Centre last weekend, where she
spoke openly about how when she was asked as a child what she would like to be
when she grew up, her honest reply was that she “wanted to be a little bit less
like (herself)”. This really resonated with me. I think that many of us,
particularly teenagers, when imagining a future self tend to imagine somebody
not at all like ourselves. The main message of the book, however is that we
ought to be celebrating our own unique selves.
Gordon begins the book by describing the reproductive
process humorously and in detail to get the reader to appreciate the miniscule
chance of us existing in our current form at all (NOTE: if you are squeamish
about your son/daughter being exposed to sexual references, then this book is not
for you). However, her point is that “something out there in the cosmos really
wants you to be here. And it wants you to look exactly as you do,” which is a
really important message. Why are we always trying to change ourselves when we
are ultimately brilliant exactly as we are? Bryony Gordon writes about her
biggest successes in life unexpectedly coming from being wholly and completely
herself.
Gordon uses some great analogies. Amongst my favourite is
where she encourages the reader to “think of themselves as a delicious chocolate”
to explain how to deal with the problem of somebody not speaking to you anymore:
Just because somebody
can’t eat you anymore, it doesn’t mean that you are no longer delicious – it
just means that maybe they’ve got a diagnoses of diabetes, or for whatever
reason, they are denying themselves sugar. Who wants to be friends with someone
who denies themselves sugar anyway?! This person sounds like they’re
experiencing a total fun famine. You, meanwhile, are still a delicious
chocolate.
I love this.
Anyway, I wish that I had been able to read this book when I
was 12 years old, but having said that, I think I’ve gained a great deal from
reading it at 40.

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