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Every now and again, we get a little reminder that not all human beings are on the same proverbial page as us.

Unfortunately, these reminders come in the form of death, destruction and heartache.

I mean, at what point are these people going to realise that if we all hated each other a little less and instead respected one another’s values, lifestyle choices and beliefs a little more, this world that we live in could be an even more beautiful place than it already is? A place of tolerance and peace? A place where it is okay to be gay? Because right now, we are destroying it.

As always however, in the face of pure evil, I would like to encourage you to focus on the good. I, for one, am so proud to be alive at a time where the majority of human beings disagree with this one, rogue gunman. I am so grateful to live in a country where it is okay to publicly pull together in support of the LGBT community. And I am relieved that, in 2016, many of us understand that love is simply love, regardless of age, gender or race. Just take a look at London last night, for example. I couldn’t be more proud of my city for standing up to this act of terror in such a peaceful way.

Please continue to spread messages of love and support to those families around the globe who are suffering today and every day. If we can all pull together as a human race, we are one step closer to defeating ‘them’.

Stay safe.

STILL NOT SURE?

Someone once told me that you should never discuss politics or religion at the dinner table. Said person said nothing about discussing them on my blog. Therefore, I will happily tell you that half of my vote at the London Mayoral Election this afternoon will be going to Sadiq Khan (of the Labour Party) and the other half to Sophie Walker (of the Women’s Equality Party), because I believe in equal opportunities for all people, regardless of age, race, gender or sexuality. Quite simply, really.

So please, if you would like to change things for the better in this wonderful place I call home, then do the same.

But whatever you do, whether you are voting blue, green or red, please just don’t forget to vote. There are plenty of people who have died for the same right, so appreciate it.

Educate yourself and mark that box to have your say in the future of London.

THE FALL OUT

large (1)I’ve got a lot of hair.

It’s what people comment on the most about me. (Aside from my ability to eat more than most giants, of course).

It can never make its mind up whether it’s red or brown and is unsure if it wants to be curly or straight. But one thing it is sure of, is that it is falling out.

Yep, that’s right. I have alopecia. You wouldn’t think it though.

Luckily for me, I have an abundance of the stuff sprouting from my scalp so it’s really tricky to notice, but if you ask me nicely, I’ll show you that my hair is, in fact, evacuating my head piece. One bald patch at a time.

We had a falling out you see, me and my hair. It didn’t like how stressed out I was this time last year so, much like a stroppy teenager, it decided to kickback and run away from home. I think it was nature’s way of telling me to slow the f*** down and chill for five minutes, I just wish it had been a little more subtle about it.

Alopecia is one of those things, you see, that we don’t know much about. Great for specialists when I walk into their office, as they get to experiment with its hapless behaviour first hand; not so great for me as it’s far from easily treated and the life expectancy of my beloved follicles remains uncertain. The truth is, I may lose all of my hair, or best case scenario, I might not. That’s the thing with alopecia: it’s fairly untreatable and pretty goddam unpredictable.

Despite this, I remain defiant. My hair is my thing. We all have that one feature that we hide behind; be it a full face of make up, or a fantastic pair of knockers, and mine is my lid. I lose that and, much like old Samson, I lose everything. So topical steroids are my new best friend, head bands are my safety net and hairdressers are now my enemy. I’ve tried caffeine shampoos, Vitamins Q, R and S and have even considered implants. Thankfully, my hard work is paying off.

You probably think I sound surprisingly okay about the whole thing considering the fact that I might end up bald. For the record: I’m not. But at the moment it’s under control and I’m bald patch free, which is all I can ask for at this point in time- until life gets a little too stressful again and my body decides to tell me so.

The way I stay positive about having this condition is by remaining grateful that I’m losing my hair simply because I’m stressed out and not because I’m being treated for something more serious.

Look after yourself and listen to your body when it’s speaking to you. It actually has quite a lot to say.