I speak as one of the few females heavily involved with my University's comedy society. Only in its second year, it was founded by boys, moulded by boys and immediately carried to the depths of despair by... boys.
I didn't care about anything other than food and calories, I couldn't hold a conversation with my family, I lost interest in my passions: dance, fashion, writing and creativity. It all disappeared. I wasn't me, I was wholly anorexia.
Wanting neither to be pitied or seen as an inspiration, Joy explains to me that her primary desire is to live a life comparable to that of any young person growing up in London. After all, she explains, "Being blind isn't all bad, it means I always look like Beyoncé!"
The political establishment's attachment to wealth creation and private profit will do this country no good, and I welcome the growing tide of opposition.
With pockets of social groups and subcultures - from the super rich in Chelsea and ultra-glamorous in Mayfair to the vintage fans of Portobello Road and the artists in Hoxton Square - finding somewhere to fit in is easy. That's why London is for everyone.
In the wake of London Fashion Week it is important to think about why it is that students are frequently too worried to study fashion. Look around fashion is everywhere and it is a big deal.
Being a young carer can be difficult, and at times lonely, but I can honestly say hand on heart that nothing makes me more proud than to say that I am a young carer.
The problem with the freedom of speech debate is not only that those who advocate it co-opt it for negative use, or that those who use it think that exercising freedom of speech and being deserving of being listened to are mutually exclusive, but is that invective and hateful language is moulded into common vernacular with the play of society's very own Get Out of Jail Free card.