I have always had dyslexia, but it took till I was nearly 17 years old for any diagnosis or progress to be made.

Whatever “in love” means.

In a town like mine, expectations are always high. There are multiple steps, all of which must be taken correctly and well-mannered.

When people are asked to do job interviews or write a letter selling themselves to a university, they're supposed to market themselves and make themselves stand out. They say talking about something has a significant, long-lasting impact on you. But to me, that would lead to me being a walking cliche. I was raised in an urban zootopia, a slice of the country and the city, the best of both worlds. On paper, I was your stereotypical girl who had it Perfect. I never had to worry about money, lived near academic schools, was part of a nuclear family, and my mum and dad were happily married for thirty years. They had a brother—what makes me stand out and be different from every white middle-class girl in the country.

Toxic masculinity.