What? My opinion doesn’t matter? Because I’m TOO OLD? 

I can't remember the last time I ever felt so irrelevant that I wanted to cry. Who am I kidding, I cried all the time at ballet school-it’s voluntary torture. However, today after sitting down at the computer to catch up on the recent goings on, I was instantly transported back to 1990 where not being good enough was a daily event. I had clicked onto the ‘ELLE’ Facebook page, as you do, and up popped a screen asking me to take a survey. thought_bubble_heart *click*.

Thank you for taking the time to answer a few questions…

QUESTION 1: What is your age?

ANSWER: 41 *click*

Then…this happened.


Finish? I AM NOT FINISHED! I am sometimes left speachless, by horrific  reports of violence in our world, poverty and Banana Weetabix-AND THIS! Why don't they want to know what I think? And why aren't I 20 anymore? I have very valuable things to say, even about things that are relevant to younger people, believe it or not! 

It took me a good few hours to stop complaining to myself about this and then I realised that my life experience and maturity was more valuable to me than taking a survey. I'm glad I have spent time out there in the world experiencing how the air smells in China, picking Greek olive trees to make into oil, and listening to the call for prayer in the heat of Dubai. Experienced the harship of IVF and the life changing birth of my daughter, and the joy she brings to my life. I wouldn't change a thing. So, ELLE, you can stuff your survey-I'm glad I'm too old!