Everything, & a Little Bit More.

From 3-11, you were told that education was important, and was taught how to do factors correctly and quickly to ensure you pass your SATS- and not how to deal with family problems at home. From 11-16, you were told that high school is the best time of your life, but was still taught A-grade maths in the hopes of being able to get into college, and not how to deal with your mental health. From 16-18, you were told “we’re going to treat you like adults!” But call home when you’re inconfident in class due to failing, despite loving the subject you want to do - but education is important, right? From being a student since the age of 3, I have had my heart set on an education that means benefiting  me in the long run. GCSE grades, college, uni, travelling, writer, enjoying what I want to do, and what I’m passion about. But little did I know that my love for English literature was going to be moulded into an abyss of depression containing failure, disappointment and the underlini...

I've been sat wondering whether to write this or not, but I've decided to do it. Because who knows someone could be going through the exact same thing I am going through. Plus, it helps to get it out of my head. I've been sat typing and deleting, re-typing and re-wording everything that I have in my mind but find difficult to bring to the keyboard. It's a hard subject for me, but something I'm really, really passionate about, and I see myself as to be a body confidence advocate - and the last thing I would want is someone to feel the same way I do about my body. The term 'Plus Size.' Plus Size. Fat. Obese. Overweight. Call it whatever you want, but in some way shape or form if you're over a size 12 (or a size medium) you're considered a 'Plus Size' person. I don't like the term, and I've never wanted to resort to telling myself that I am a 'plus size' woman, because what kind of derogatory term is that to call yourself?...