Closer Magazine September 2012 Pdf 12 Apr 2026

We spend so long trying to be the perfect girlfriend, the perfect employee, the perfect daughter, that we forget to be the perfect friend to ourselves .

Here at Closer , we’ve noticed a trend in your emails this month. They aren’t about the latest TOWIE drama or the X Factor judging panel’s new haircuts. They’re about guilt . Guilt that you haven’t lost the ‘holiday weight’. Guilt that you’re already planning a Netflix marathon instead of a night out. Guilt that your washing-up pile looks like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

This month, we’re launching a new campaign. Forget ‘New Year, New You.’ We want ‘Same You, But Quieter.’ Closer Magazine September 2012 Pdf 12

We are exhausted. And the beauty industry knows it. Suddenly, every advert is shouting about ‘resilience’ serums and ‘detox’ teas. They want you to fix yourself before the Christmas party season begins. But here’s the truth: You don’t need a detox. You need a pause .

That isn’t sad. That is survival.

In 2012, we are expected to be available 24/7. We are expected to have the body of Cheryl Cole, the patience of the Queen, and the social life of Kate Middleton. It’s a fantasy. And it’s making us miserable.

Autumn doesn’t have to be about ‘hunkering down’ in the boring sense. It can be about retreating to recharge. Put the kettle on. Light the cheap candle. Watch the Great British Bake Off without feeling guilty that you aren’t baking along with them. We spend so long trying to be the

On page 34, we talk to three real women who did something radical last weekend: they turned off their phones. No Instagram stalking. No frantic WhatsApp groups. One of them, 32-year-old receptionist Chloe from Manchester, spent Saturday morning just staring at a wall. “I cried,” she told us. “Because I realised I hadn’t been still for ten years.”

So go on. Be selfish for five minutes. The world will still be spinning when you come back. And honestly? You’ll be much nicer to everyone else when you do. They’re about guilt

So let’s get one thing straight, ladies.

Permission to cancel plans without a medical emergency. Permission to eat the leftover pasta standing up and call it dinner. Permission to admit that you don’t love the Fifty Shades trilogy. Permission to go to bed at 9:15pm on a Saturday.