Why? Because I’m still here.
I was shocked to hear of the apparent suicide of the Kazakh model Ruslana Korshunova today, at only 20. I worked with her a couple of years ago, and all the words that are coming out now would apply to that shoot. She was sweet, funny, not at all diva like, and very young.
She was also the model I always felt was the most vulnerable, for no reason that I could put my finger on.
So, as I approach nearly twice her young age, I have to reflect that whilst I think it’s almost certain that I will never make the cover of Vogue, or be the face of Dior, or fly first class, I do have:
1. The joy of motherhood
2. Another 20 years of fun, laughter, hangovers, broken heart, bad choices and good ones over what she di
3. In spite of the whining yesterday about developing hayfever now, I’m in pretty darn good health
4. Another 20 years of friendship of love with great friends and my family
5. Just twice as much time
So whatever 40 is, in comparison to being so desperate that you want to finish living it at 20, 40 for me is lucky.
My thoughts go out to Ruslana’s family and friends as they reflect on her too short life
