Nobody likes to be told they smell of body odour, would they? I then thought that if I reeked of sweat, I would wish to know.  How do I tell her, though? I supposed the best way would be to say it directly but politely.

If every one of us had the same perfect hair, perfect bodies, perfect marriages, perfect jobs, well, then we might as well be robots right?

On the importance of developing your personal style before going on that shopping spree for not all clothes look good on everyone!

‘Nothing can make anyone love you! Nothing…’ Ma’s pet refrain rings in my ears. It is my constant companion. At her words my eyes flash. I hate you! I wish you were dead!

As a short, petite woman, 'appearing tall' completely veiled 'standing tall', and my self esteem stooped to an all time low in a year's time.