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I am a cisgender white woman who oscillates between a size 10 and a size 12: a poster girl for the disfranchised I am not. It’s a damning indictment of the perfection required from women on Instagram at the time that my untoned arms were considered revolutionary at all. I was praised for being #brave for revealing my ab-less torso, and “crazy” for putting ketchup on my face. (On reflection, maybe the ketchup was crazy. The smell of vinegar didn’t leave my hair for days.) I wondered if it was a problem that I didn’t always feel as body confident as Stella. Did I want to be the face of junk food?
I needed likes; likes led to money and exposure, which led to more work. What I wanted and what the people wanted had become intertwined. When my agent insisted that I perform my next comedy show as Stella, it made sense. At that point, everyone thought I was her anyway. Stella and I were trapped in a bad marriage, but I knew she was my meal ticket. I resented her and the fake “authentic” life she’d given me.
My newfound notoriety was like pouring petrol on a raging fire. I had never been the prettiest in the room, the loudest, the most confident, but now I was minorly famous, and it made me feel as if I dazzled.
I got a book deal with Penguin, for a collection of healthy recipes made out of sweets. It made me feel rich, even if it was only worth a £6,000 advance (paid in instalments). Once I started writing it, I found that I’d been more excited to sign the deal than I was to release the end result. I’d been peddling the same joke over and over. Why anyone would buy it when you could find most of the content on my Instagram page?
Still, my star was on the rise, and I started getting gifts from small brands. At first it was baked goods; soon it graduated to clothes and jewellery. Almost everything was either food-themed or emblazoned with “Stella”. I didn’t need the stuff, but said yes to it all.
“Maybe I’ll be the first one to buy a house without help from their parents,” I suggested to my friends. I was powered by the smoke being blown up my arse. I took to doing press like a duck to water, never turning down an opportunity to tell my life story. Eventually I wangled my way into the MailOnline, for an interview peppered with some of my more hideous Instagram posts.
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