Hello dear reader! Thank you for choosing this book. Was it the cover that piqued your interest? That luscious hair of mine streaming over my shoulder in the cover photo?

Or … was it the title?

But why? Because, after all, who really wants to be *selfish*? Being called selfish is hurtful. It implies that you’re too

demanding, inconsiderate of others’ needs, that you fail to put others first. It states that you’re taking up too much space.

We’re told that being a good woman means being selfless. That we should give, care and carry without ever asking for rest or help.

But what if those rules are breaking us?

In Selfish, I flip the script on sacrifice, guilt and burnout. With honesty and humour (you know it’s true!) I explore the

cost of being selfless – and what happens when we dare to put ourselves first. This isn’t a book about ‘having it all’. It’s about having yourself. If you’re resentful, burned out, sick of people pleasing or simply pissed off …

This book is for you.