“Jasmine? Oh that’s a pretty name…” A delicate flower that symbolizes beauty and sensuality…  I know it doesn’t fit, a Jasmine is a tall thin wafe of a girl, she studied photography, loves her father, timid, speaks softly, she’s an eloquent intellectual and is as easy breezy as the wind. I don’t think I was ever meant to be a Jasmine… I am fat (but working on accepting that #bodypositivity) I am LOUD and extremely opinionated, I am working class from a welfare background, I didn’t study anything as I couldn’t afford to go to Uni, I don’t get along with my Dad I describe him as a wet tissue on life, I’m dyslexic, I hold so many grudges it’s exhausting, I’m so angry all the time. I am not a very good Jasmine!!

I am going to try and be as honest as I can here (the only online place my Mum doesn’t know about) and use this as a place to write.