I am sorry for all the times I have called you ugly, fat and disgusting. I am sorry for all the times I have sat on the floor of my room, crying because I felt that if you were only lighter, that only if you took up less space in the world we would be better and more liked.
You're currently seven years old and are about to embark on a journey of a lifetime. This journey will show you the world in a completely new light, it will show you things you never thought you would see, and allow you to meet people you might otherwise have never met.
You never wanted to be my mom. You wanted to be my grandma. When my dad brought home his pregnant young bride, you probably never anticipated that the next three decades of your life would be spent raising that child.
The arguments over how the attackers in London and Manchester were radicalised have veiled the fact that women and young people are tirelessly trying to speak up, and are often ignored. We are sick and tired of being held up as solely victims of gendered violence, when we also fight to stop it, by challenging outdated preachers and reviving new techniques of engaging with maligned people.
Here's the deal: let's swap passports. Before you say no, hear me out. You would fit in perfectly in Trump's America. You even promised to move here if he was elected, so you and I both know this is what you want.
I am absolutely thrilled to see the recent media exposure of Endometriosis, a chronic condition that affects nearly two million
Dear Steve Brine MP, I am writing to you today to implore you to vote for Dr Eilidh Whiteford MP's Private Member's Bill (PMB) on Friday 16 December, looking to oblige the UK government to make the Istanbul Convention law.
Dear Mr. Trump - First, we would like to congratulate you on finally taking the White House throne for the next four years. By defeating the Democrat nominee, Hillary Clinton, many would agree that your success in earning the title Commander in Chief marks as an astonishing event in the history of US presidential elections.
When times were tough, you offered understanding ears. Even when you didn't understand, you listened and nodded sympathetically. You dried my tears on the first day I spent away from her; spurred me on during tough essays and projects; you accepted us as parents in the same way you'd accepted us as fellow students.
We should not accept corporate sponsorship or privatisation in the arts as a given, and be short-changed on the values that should be at the heart of our art-making. Starting today, it's time we made these museums and galleries properly accountable to the public, and not to BP.