My grandmother worked on a fruit and vegetable market stall.
I love accessories. I'm a girl. I love shoes. I love handbags.
At the end of the day, I don't need to work, and I think it's good that I have the drive and willpower to get up and do something in the morning even though I don't need to.
No one ever talks about the good in me; they just say that I'm spoiled.
I realize I am very privileged. But there's a difference between being spoiled and privileged.
My dad has worked so hard his whole life. He doesn't deserve to see his daughters going out embarrassing themselves and flashing their knickers. I want to make my parents proud.