I have no idea how I ended up in a job as a stylist in a Paris salon, but the experience has taught me that I am not alone.
My journey from beauty blogger to salon assistant to stylist has taken me from the back-breaking days of a career in advertising, through to a full-time job in beauty and fashion, and beyond.
This is the story of my journey from a teenager to a successful stylist, and the lessons I have learnt from my experience as a teenager, in my professional life, and as a woman.
A few months ago, I launched the memoir I am Not a Beauty Queen, and in it I have taken on the mantle of the writer.
My name is Joanna and I am from Dublin.
The book is about my experiences growing up, growing up in Dublin, growing into an adult and learning the ropes of being a young woman in the industry.
It’s a journey that’s been long, hard and, yes, painful.
And it has taught some things about my identity, my relationships and the world around me.
I know I will be criticised for this, and I’m going to defend my work and my character.
But I also know I am doing the right thing, and so will everyone else who reads it.
For me, writing this book is my calling.
I wanted to tell the story, I wanted the book to speak to me, I want to share my journey, my stories and my lessons.
I want people to know about me and my journey.
So here are some of the stories I’ve told, in no particular order.
I was a child, and my mother was a teacher and I went to a local school in Dublin.
I loved being in the classroom and learning from my teachers.
I never had to worry about getting my grades up.
I knew from a very early age that I wanted a career as a teacher, and that I was going to have to prove myself to people.
In school, I was taught that you could not be a good teacher if you were not good with kids, that you couldn’t be a teacher if the kids didn’t like you, that there was no such thing as a good teaching assistant, that it was your job to get the kids to do their homework and do their reading.
I would be a terrible teacher.
I went on to become a schoolteacher.
But my school was a very different place to what it is now.
It was an all-boys school.
I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere except to the gym and school and I wasn´t allowed to wear any makeup or make-up, nor was I allowed to have friends.
I remember going to my first school event with my mum, wearing nothing but a pink dress and a pink blouse, as my mum was standing in the corner of the school gym, with her hands tied behind her back.
That was it.
I got bullied, I got teased, I had to leave.
And as a kid, I never really cared about school.
My mum taught me to be brave and independent.
I learnt that I had a talent, a talent for teaching, a skill for teaching children, and, crucially, a life and career outside of school.
It taught me I could be the best teacher I could ever be.
And that if I wanted that, I should make sure I did it right.
I learned how to make mistakes.
I realised I had made a lot of mistakes in my career.
My first job as an assistant to my mother, she was a junior manager at the prestigious Royal College of Art, and we were all in the same class.
I had never been an assistant before, but I got to know my colleagues and my schoolmates, and this was a huge lesson for me.
And so when I got back to the United States I had no choice but to join a career at a prestigious university.
My career path would never be the same again.
I came to the US in 1992, and even at that time I had just been appointed a professor of psychology at Yale University, the world´s most prestigious psychology university.
I took the job because I loved teaching and teaching people.
I love the students.
And I wanted it to be something I could share with people.
And to be honest, it was something I had always wanted to do.
I didn´t realise how much of a struggle that would be.
I also wanted to give back.
I could see that I couldn´t get a job in academia as a psychologist, I couldn’t get a place in a psychology department, I wasn`t allowed into any psychology departments, and it just didn’t feel like I had the skills I needed.
So, it just seemed like the right time to do something else, and then I joined a marketing school in the Midwest, which had been teaching psychology since the early 1960s.
And after a few