I was born and raised in Bristol, thankfully without the Bristolian accent (Let's be honest, not the most soothing accent). I spent my younger years in school like most kids, except with a little bit more of a keen mind for education than the others. I decided that I wanted to see the world, to travel; And so I did. I had this passionate appetite for it and so went on a 3 month trip to Japan, Australia and finally New York in the summer of my 19th birthday. But upon returning home, the majority of my friends began to leave Bristol for university. I didn't feel that university was right for me at the time; I didn't want to jump on the bandwagon (bandwagon being lots of fun but lots of debt) unless I was 100% sure of what I wanted to do. I only knew I wanted to travel, which there are no degrees for unfortunately, but I didn't want to be stuck in Bristol. So I moved to London. I was picked up by a modelling agency whilst I dawdled about Oxford Street back when I was 16 years old and ever since I had been working part-time for them. So I took it up full-time for a year by moving to the big smoke. I didn't do much, just enough to get by! I don't think I'd ever be able to be good enough for the industry anyway because of my sweet tooth and dislike for exercise! Eventually I jumped on the bandwagon and studied. But I live in Paris now, working as an English language teacher and trying desperately to learn the language so I can fit in. Still have no idea what I want to do, but overall not too worried.