Pulling on my favourite red jumpsuit, it was the most treasured item in my wardrobe.
If I had a special occasion coming up and I didn’t know what to wear, I know I could throw it on and be totally fine.
For me, fashion was always a way of expressing myself.
And thanks to my seamstress Grandma Cherryl, now 83, she enabled me to feel like I was never excluded.
By altering my clothes, making the arms and legs shorter, it meant that I could strut my stuff with all my friends, wearing the exact same trends as them.
Which gave me the confidence that I needed to stay head strong and
