Am I proud of being from Essex? No. I would love to be, and I fully support everyone reclaiming the label and using it positively, but I can't hand on heart say that I am proud. And that has nothing to do with me, or the lexicographers in charge of the dictionary, it's everyone who has falsely applied the stereotype.
Everyone has heard of ISIS by now, so why then has one of their most brutal atrocities gained such little public attention? As stated by Nadia Murad, Yazidi survivor and recently appointed UN Goodwill Ambassador for the Dignity of Survivors of Human Trafficking - "the world remained silent".
Now, I wish to take a step back for a moment. You may be thinking it is strange for me to say 'mothers from day one', but it is true. If you look at the toys advertised for girls even today - what do we have? Garish amounts of playthings that are designed to ingrain a want in young girls to be perfect little wives and moulded into aspiring little mummies when they grow up.
There are certain things that I've noticed no longer hold the same level of power over me as they once did and I've realised that there are a whole bunch of things that fat women shouldn't be afraid of, here are six of them.
From the outside the a mental health condition is invisible to the eye, hidden deep inside a person's brain. Nobody can see the internal battle that an individual has to face every single day. It is not a choice. It becomes the individuals normality a life with routines, patterns, rituals that have to be done to keep the anxiety at bay.
More often than not, hearing the news of infertility struggles warrants sympathy and in some cases unwanted advice. However, it is this advice that does more harm than good...
I know that you blame yourself for the death of your baby. You wonder if there is something that you could have done to prevent the miscarriage. And you feel a failure. I know that you worry that this miscarriage will affect your relationship. You fear that the grief will drive a wedge between you.
I don't know much, but I do know that the world needs more strong women. Ones who will volunteer for the messy work when it needs to be done. Ones who'll stand up to the bullies who try and put them down.
I guess there will be a number of circumstances where I will not be able to avoid the so called pink tax, but I know that women certainly need to be weary of the pink packaging. Don't be fooled.
I was speaking at a Women's Summit in Cambridge last week and before my contribution I decided to sit in the audience to listen to the morning's proce...
The dating scene can be daunting for any single woman, but for a single woman dealing with breast cancer, it can be downright intimidating. Is the first date too soon to bring up the subject of breast cancer? What exactly should you say?
While there may sometimes be good oncological reasons for delaying reconstruction such as certain tumour types - the majority of women are suitable candidates for post-treatment reconstruction without delay. So why aren't they being offered this option as standard?
I spent half of the night messaging him and talking to him on the phone. The end result was me going home early. In my mind this was a triumph for me, I'd managed to go out. However for him, it was also a triumph, a much bigger, much more overpowering triumph. Mine dwarfed in comparison. He knew he'd won.
It's 1996. I'm five years old and about to go through what will turn out to be one of the single most traumatic experiences of my life - having my chest drain removed just a few days after major surgery to remove part of the cancerous tumour that has taken up residence in the left side of my chest.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you are a young woman in 2016 you are unlikely to have crossed the road, queued for a club, tried to buy a drink or sat on public transport without at some point having a stranger compliment you on your smile, breasts or legs.
This was the dream: Gaza, the West Bank. Today. A wedding is being planned between two young lovers, their families excited and exhausted as the gr...