2014 in review

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Junk Food Junkie

“Junk Food Junkie

What’s your biggest junk food weakness? Tell us all about it in its sugary, salty, glory.”


For me this is biscuits! I just simply cannot live without biscuits!

I am currently on a diet, which is not going so well, because my mum keeps buying me packets of biscuits. Put a chocolate bar or a cake in front of me and there’s a chance that I will resist it, but if you put a packet of biscuits in front of me the chance of resisting becomes pretty much invisible. It would be alright if I could be like “I’ll just eat one,” but that is never how it happens. I start with one, which leads to another and by the time I’m finished I’ll at best have half a packet left; that is if I haven’t eaten the whole packet!

The only way that my mum can stop me eating biscuits is by buying biscuits with raisins in, because seriously, who wants to eat raisins in a biscuit? Just like carrot cake, they are simply things that should not have been invented. They ruin the whole point of a naughty treat, by trying to add goodness in them and to me, that ruins the whole point.

Other than that hobnobs, cookies, custard creams… I’ll eat them all! But my ultimate favourite is chocolate digestives! I currently have a big packet of them in my drawer, along with a packet of hobnobs and a selection of pennywise and as per usual, just like I do with a roast dinner (roast potatoes, stuffing and Yorkshire puddings,) I always save the best until last! The only way I have not eaten that whole packet already is because I’ve been eating other biscuits instead at a fast pace, so that I can get to my chocolate digestives sooner, because for me, they are my biggest weakness.

When I was sixteen

When I was sixteen, I felt like the whole world was against me.

My nan died a few months before my sixteenth birthday, so that year was filled with grief for the second mum that I had lost. She never got to see me turn sixteen, leave school or attend my prom.

After a physical fight between my mum and stepdad (not the first,) I finally called the police on him. Looking back now I know that what I did was the right thing, but at the time we lost our home and were struggling financially. We would have usually turned to my nan to help us out and take us in, but she was gone and we felt lost.

Over the years my life has slowly improved, although all of this has left me struggling with depression, but I’m just so glad that my sixteenth year is behind me now.