But, you know, I had access to some really fantastic self-tanner.'īy the age of 15, Cat Marnell longed to work in the glamorous world of women's magazines - but was also addicted to the ADHD meds prescribed by her father. I was also an alcoholic-in-training who guzzled warm Veuve Clicquot after work alone in my boss's office with the door closed a conniving and manipulative uptown doctor-shopper a salami-and-provolone-puking bulimic who spent a hundred dollars a day on binge foods when things got bad (and they got bad often) a weepy, wobbly, wildly hallucination-prone insomniac a tweaky self-mutilator a slutty and self-loathing downtown party girl and - perhaps most of all - a lonely weirdo. But beneath the surface, I was full of secrets: I was a drug addict, for one. That's all that most people knew about me. 'I was twenty-six years old and an associate beauty editor at Lucky, one of the top fashion magazines in America. A controversial, brave and revealing insight into the realities of drug addiction, from one of New York's most remarkable young writers
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