The worry line between my eyebrows worries me. It makes me look permanently agitated. Which is semi-accurate, I'm frequently frustrated by people, places and things.

But I don't want to look it.

I have porcelain skin. "Like a doll", my friends say. When I put facecream on at night, I look at my skin as I moisturise it. I do facial exercises and imagine how I will look when I'm 40 or 60, if I get to those ages of course. Will I look like my mother? I've got to the stage where people are saying we could be sisters. Which of course is only an ego boost to my mother, but that doesn't bother me at all. She deserves all the boosts.

I get spots on my chin when I start eating junk food. It's a great way to make me scramble to the supermarket to grab all the fruit and vegetables that I can tolerate to eat.

I love when women call me beautiful. From men, it's usually inappropriate or unwanted. But from women, it feels like a gold star. Like you're accepted into the team. Beauty should not be a reason for acceptance.