As a little girl, I used to spend hours daydreaming. Then I just naturally carried on into adulthood. I dreamed about the boy I was in love with, and how he would just adore me someday. I dreamed about the wonderful career I would have, and how everybody would (oh so much) admire me.I dreamed about how fit and beautiful I would be. I was spending several hours a day daydreaming. I have no idea if this is unusual or not, because nobody talks about it. But I eventually grew tired of it. Two things happened. First, I started...
