On est ce qu’on veut.

Rachel, 17, Wolverhampton.

I PLAN OUTFITS AROUND THE PAIR OF TIGHTS I MOST WANT TO WEAR (2 DRAWERS FULL HA), MY “IDEAL GUY” LOOKS LIKE MATTHEW HITT, I NEVER HAVE ANY MONEY, I LIKE KNITTING AND I AM A CRIPPLINGLY BAD TEENAGER.

All my attempts at writing life plans culminate in a life in London as a political reporter at the Telegraph, a terraced house with communal garden, and endless dinner parties and social events with well-spoken, well-dressed acquaintances. Combined with the added ambitions of a PPE degree, a place on the graduate-entry scheme and the hope that I’ll one day master the art of etiquette, elocution and articulation and it is safe to say I am headed for a fall.

5”9 and counting. I like teeth and am convinced my social vertigo gets worse each day.