Social media has become a dark place, and the sites need to clean up their act if they want people to keep using them.
I wanted to be an actor when I was young, and I wanted to be a detective.
My natural curviness means I will never be considered lean. I can be healthy, but lean – no.
I may have been through the pain of childbirth three times, but I’m incredibly nervous about having my upper ear pierced.
I’ve been trolled myself for adding on pounds and would dread the negative comments if I posted beach pictures.
I like to think of hairdressers as an essential service.
Many people don’t want to read the news on a phone. I’m the same, and so is my dad, for whom I’m trying to organise a daily newspaper delivery.
But feminism isn’t served by simply promoting women over men. The winner needs to be the best candidate for the job, not the best candidate of a certain gender.
From the outside, it looks like I’ve got my life sorted, but all too often I find myself awake at night, worrying about keeping all those spinning plates in the air.
Shutting people away, cooped up in cramped accommodation, is a recipe for frustration and despair. It is impossible for families in one-bedroom flats to get space from each other. No garden, no balcony, no patio means little activity for children.
I once went to the Mayfair club Annabel’s and the best thing about it was the Ladies. Perfumed air, exotic wallpaper, full-length mirrors – when you’ve had enough of the bustle, it’s like having a rest in a boudoir: a female sanctuary.
Sure, I might come across as an extrovert on television, but I am not a particularly gregarious person.
And the more goals we set, the more we ramp ourselves up into bouncing coffee beans of caffeinated fury, ready to fly off the handle at the slightest trigger.
I’ve never worn Prada, I’m more TK Maxx than Harrods, I’ve always found clothes from the catwalk don’t usually flatter my shape.
In my experience, there is more rivalry between male counterparts. Take ITV’s Piers Morgan and Dan Walker, his BBC Breakfast double. The way they snipe at each other on Twitter makes me shudder. I would never speak about a colleague like that.
At the heart of my family is a woman who has spent 60 years taking care of others. Nurse Grandma, as we affectionately call her – my mum Sue – is who everyone in our family calls when there’s a cough that won’t go, or a temperature that needs bringing down.
I think about my mum staying up all night with me when I was cramming for exams, and supporting me through all of life’s ups and downs.
There’s no greater challenge, for most parents, than letting a growing teen go out into the world, knowing he is exposed to risk, but that it is also your duty to let him go.
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