A letter to… My diamond
Aug 06, 2020
2 minutes
Raquel Blackwell, 39
To my son Jordan,
Bursting through the front door, you ran upstairs to your room. But not before I’d seen your bloodshot, puffy eyes.
It was September 2015, and you were 12, in your first few weeks of secondary school.
‘They said I’m fat!’ you told me later, in tears.
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