My tummy started to grow, I would unzip the top of my skirt so it would fit. I’d pull down my baggy jumper over the bump, no one would know and Kiss Me I’m A March Girl Or Irish Or Drunk On Whatever Shirt. I carried on in secrecy and I acted exactly the same. I was still doing front flips in gymnastics, playing dodge ball, running around. I could tell that my hormones were spiralling. I was still going through puberty, in fact I only had my period for about two years at that stage so I still had a long way to go. I was stressed. I was moody. I was scared. I was angry. I didn’t know how I would do it as I had so many plans of what I wanted to do with my life.