How I became FEARLESS

Standing at the bar, I sipped my cocktail and smiled nervously at the incredibly good-looking man in front of me, who was – at least I was pretty sure – trying to hit on me. It was January 2017 and I’d been enjoying my first night out with friends for months when Wayne, 37, had unexpectedly sidled up to me. Yet while the conversation flowed, I felt uneasy when he started asking questions about me. I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I settled for being vague. After all, how do you tell a handsome stranger that despite looking healthy and happy, your body has been a battleground for the last few years,