SJ Longthorne

I’m relieved to come out of this decade saying I made myself proud. I recovered from bulimia, got a 1:1 for my dream degree, and finally wound up being paid to actually put that degree to use and write creatively for my favourite medium. So yeah. Proud. https://twitter.com/stfutony/status/1193954501620690944 …

Nether young me nor anyone I knew growing up could have ever foreseen this outcome. I was distinctly average. Hopes weren’t abysmal, but they weren’t high, and my dreams were considered unrealistic. I just just the weird gap-toothed dead dad girl. That was it.