I am obsessed with RuPaul. I adore him. I once met him in the corridor of GMTV and fell in love.
In his heels and wig, he’s about 7 foot tall. A true GLAMAZON. Like a fairytale come to life.
RuPaul’s Drag Race is my treat on Netflix when I get back from work.
In classes I don’t look glamorous. I often look worse going into a class than many of our gorgeous young beauties look coming out.
I also promote a ‘how you feel’ rather than ‘what you look like’ philosophy.
Believe me, at a certain age, you’re more grateful that bits don’t drop off rather than appearing perfect.
But I still put on my make up before teaching. It feels part of my uniform.
What you do is more important than what you look like.
But there is a pace for glamour in life. It’s fun to dress up and have your hair done - to put your best self into the world.
But you don’t have to look great all the time. And you don’t have to look like anyone else.
Social media creates unrealistic standards for us. I see thousands of posts from super-bendy young yoga girls and boys looking slim & supple.
But you don’t have to get your leg round the back of your neck if it doesn’t want to be there!
We don’t have to wear corsets or put on wigs and false eyelashes every day.
My cats love me when I look like death warmed up.
RuPaul in a slim bald man without his drag. And he’s still lovely and hilarious.
Paul O’Grady is nicer than Lily Savage.
Underneath what you wear, underneath how you appear, you are perfect too.