Letter to my Sixteen Year Old Self

Dear Gen   Happy birthday! Sweet sixteen and never been kissed, right? I know it seems like a big deal now, but seriously. When you leave school you’ll realise no one cares whether you were 12 or 18 when you had that elusive “first kiss”. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to, don’t give it one […]

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Sometimes I Feel my Boobs, Because I Can (and Should)

First of all, November has crept up on me so surreptitiously I keep forgetting it’s there. Despite the fact that we are now on the third day of the eleventh month, my pen keeps itching to write ’10’ whenever I’m scribbling the date on something. We are now frighteningly close to Christmas (although Checkers and […]

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