I Feel Pretty Perfect.

From as young as when I was 7, all the way to the days when I was an actress, about 23 years, almost half of my life, I had been told to change many things about myself. And here are the top 7 on the To-Do-Something-About-It-list:

1. My eyes were too small (I discovered the magic of fake eyelashes)

2. My boobs were too flat (Nothing I could do about it, still flat)

3. My hair was wiry (Rebonding yay!)

4. I had no waist (I starved)

5. I was not tall enough (Nothing I could do, still 162cm)

6. I was not thin enough (I starved)

7. I had pig trotters for legs (I starved)

You see, I tried to do something about these problems, to the best of my abilities, without going under the knife or needles, not because I am against enhancements, but because I have an inexplicable paranoia of surgeries, big and small. And starving myself really did not work, on the contrary, it made me feel even lousier than ever.

I just watched the film #IFeelPretty (starring Amy Schumer), which even though exploited clichés of what it means to be beautiful, hits me with the undeniable self/society-imposed demand of the importance of being attractive. Attractive to who, to achieve what, as plain Sharons we were not told, but simply that we were not good enough looking like this. In hindsight, I wasted too much resources on trying to be something else I was not. When what we should have done is to allow each girl to shine just the way you are, supported by grace, elegance and heart, which have nothing to do with how flawless your face and body is.

I urge all of us to find worthier role models to emulate.

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Be Nobody-But-Yourself.

I have been reading all your private messages to me and I want to thank you for your sincere and heartfelt sharing of your journeys and insecurities. I did not know that a small part of my life would resonate with so many of you. I was merely doing what I knew best at each crossroad of my life. During the earlier more tumultuous times of my growing up pains, social media did not exist. I felt for the most part alone. Hence, the talking-to-myself-phase you heard in the interview. Now, it should be much easier to reach out for help, since we are supposed to be more connected on several platforms, such as this one. Kudos to Andie, and Jasmin, Joyce and Jermaine, his team of young and talented crusaders, for not settling on creating easy content just to gain likes, but content that people need. It is the tougher path, but oh so worth it.
The interview above was conducted two days before I left Singapore for Paris. It has been almost 3 months now, and I have gained so much—3 Kg and a whole library of memories.
You don’t need the whole world to approve. You just need one or two very important people. But the most critical approval comes from yourself. Good luck and and may we continue to seek solace in one another. This is one reason why I embrace this virtual environment. It brings hearts together. As one.
The world is big, and filled with brilliant minds. Find them.
I wish you well.

An Ordinary Woman In Paris.

It’s been a little more than two weeks since I moved to Paris. When flight SQ334 landed on the morning of 19th March, I marvelled at the snow that greeted me, even when Spring was just round the corner. I thought to myself as the plane touched down the runway, that the world was ending, there was no time to waste.

Savour life, I say, and make things happen for yourself. The watchword being: self-imagination. Or else your story will end up like one of those indie films, where pretty much nothing really happens, and the characters grow old and die. Not sad, but not exciting either. I realized we’ve got to foster our dreams, the way we nurture relationships with the people we care for. And this balance between life’s practicalities and hopes constantly kept me on my toes. I am in Paris, because I do not want to surrender to the limitations of where I came from. I expected more out of a lifetime, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with harbouring a desire for a bigger, better, brighter you. No matter what they say.

And so here I am, dancing and drowning in spontaneity.

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For now, before my next adventure begins. I am in no hurry. Can we stay this way for a lifetime? I believe, that when a woman sheds her armour of self-importance, she becomes stronger. You can no longer hurt her with your cynicism. “Today’s news is tomorrow’s history”. I no longer take what is said about me, about anything or anyone seriously. Being Sharon Au suddenly seems pretty fun and distinctive again without all these self-image baggages. You will not hurt me with your words. Not for too long anyway.

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If an ordinary girl from Singapore who grew up from a broken, poor and unprivileged family background could receive a good education, be awarded Best Trainee of Singapore Airlines Batch 364, win 11 Star Awards trophies as a TV host and actress, study abroad in Japan and France in my 30s, contribute to the media and fashion industry after graduation and arrive in Paris, I believe nothing should ever stop you from stepping out and stepping up. Live with vigour!

This is not the end. I want to see you fly.

(Photos by Yujia)

Leave. Live.

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The first thing I did in the year 2018, was to quit my job. On the second day of the new year. I left a company I had been a part of for 22 long years. It was the second best thing I have done in my life thus far. The first was in 2005 when I left a 10-year showbiz career to pursue a university degree in Waseda University, Tokyo. That was without a doubt, the scariest, bravest thing I have done in my life. And, yes, it changed my life. After all, huge risks, are the only ones worth taking.

To anyone who is pondering on whether to stay, or leave…if you are wondering where does this courage come from…this is how I found mine. Twice.

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Block out the noise, and listen intently to your own voice. Your body (and soul) has a natural defence mechanism to self-heal. We could not hear them because we are drowned by social construct. I say, purge all the layers of externalities, and for once, have a conversation with just yourself.

I can’t tell you what and how the dialogue will go. We all have different stories. Let your body tell you hers. But I say, don’t wait for a tragedy to strike, before it shakes you to want to live better. A mentor of mine recently bravely fought nose cancer. He was so positive throughout his 33 sessions of chemotherapy he brought laughter to the other patients in therapy. A close friend of mine just suffered a stroke. He goes to the gym every day in the week, eats mostly boiled vegetables and fish, doesn’t smoke. We all have constant reminders like this. We see and hear enough. No one needs to tell us any more, that life is short, vulnerable and unpredictable.

Don’t wait too long to be happy. We might not have the time.

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Hello 2018.

You said, “there is life and there is work”.

From as long as I could remember work was everything to me. I derived immense pleasure from the challenges I face in the course of my career and I prided myself to being the needle in the haystack, not the haystack.

But as we enter the year 2018, a year which would have me turn 43 years of age, I thought to myself, that I should perhaps choose “life”? And maybe if I see enough and write it down, I would finally remember what it means, to be me. For me, living is a glittering lure, of surprises and opportunities, where you meet people who change your direction, or force you, to take a pause.

Wish me luck as I embark on a new challenge: to love and understand the people in my life, including myself.

Have a joyous 2018, and may we all get better with time.

Life is nothing but a series of hellos and goodbyes. Smile anyway.

Woman On A Train.

On the train to Strasbourg, listening to Cold Play’s A Head Full of Dreams, hands waving wildly in the air. I feel joy underneath my skin and it makes me want to dance. I shared a jambon cru sandwich and apple juice with my companion, as we look forward to real hot Alsacien meal in approximately two hours’ time with our French friends.

I don’t know if It is the train travelling at high speed or perhaps it is Cold Play’s lyrics but i am feeling like everything is gonna be alright. As I leave behind the unpleasant news from home, at a velocity of 313km/hr.

A sky full of stars awaits…

Some journey, you cannot walk alone.

Up or Out. 

I’ve stopped dreaming. I just do. Do all that I’ve been thinking of. Make it happen. I don’t want to play the “what-would-you-do-if-you-have-6-more-months-to-live”- game anymore. I don’t want to die a dreamer.


You will never be ready or ready enough. To make a leap you have to first jump. No amount of preparation will be sufficient. You can weigh all the pros and cons you and your friends can think of. But you will never advance, if you do not make the first step. Jump, and regret later.

The thing is, there is no regret. Once you braved your fears and move from that stationary point you held on to so desperately, you will laugh at how unnecessary your hesitation was. There will be no looking back. I did it. Now your turn.


Everyday we struggle between the sensitivity of art in front of our eyes and the conneries of the world. Parents, there is absolutely no way you can protect your children from materials you deemed inappropriate on TV or online. I encourage you to teach them to be open and discerning instead. I don’t have children hence you might say I have no right to talk about upbringing. Alors i was brought up in one of the worst circumstances myself. When I was 5-7 years old I even stayed with my grandma in a brothel because she ran the place.

And content creators, if you don’t have any point of view, you are just a messenger conveying what everyone already knows. You are wasting our time.


I don’t know why I am writing this. I just want to that’s all. Paris opens me up. Singapore, however your beauty is best appreciated from afar. And I still love you. From afar. #UpOrOut

New beginnings are blessings. They come from endings. Remember that.