This little Princess was born Candice Naomi Headlam on 15th February 1991 in St Marys Hospital in Manchester.
Treated like a princess by family and family friends and popular at school thats how i always thought my life would be. Then i moved to a school which was considered better and my whole life went downhill.
Aged 8-16 i was badly bullied and constantly told i was ugly, had a big nose, that no man would ever want me and called every horrid name they could come up with.
Aged 9 i even had 4 boys hold me down while another girl climbed on top of me and punched and hit me constantly until a member of staff at the after school club came and stopped it. The girl of course just told the whole school she beat me up on her own and who was i to argue back with anyone.
The only way i felt i could express what i was going through and to block it away best i could was to write. Stories poems news articles, all about popular pretty girls, the girls i dreamt of being like. Since i was 8 until today still i use this to let off steam and zone out. C.N.Headlam look out for that name on books one day.
High school i thought would be better. My first day i had alot of male attention but this only made the names that followed me from the year above who went to the same primary school. Every day i had different groups of girls wanting to fight me both in groups and pairs never alone.
5 years of self esteem lessons helped me manage to look in the mirror and not completely hate myself and not to cry.
The final straw came when i was 15-16 where the bullying was so bad that i was scared to leave the house never mind go to school. I started to self harm to block out the pain school caused me, which wasnt helped by my parents going through a difficult break up after being together all my life. A year of weekly counclilling more self esteem lessons and half days at school are the only reason i am proberly still gracing the earth.
Starting college was where the "Princess Candi" persona emerged. Happy, good friends and treated right for a change made me more happy confeident and come out of my shell. Even people who had never approached me in school days comented how they dont see why people didnt like me. For the first time i was told how i was pretty all the time by both girls and boys and i started to put the past behind me.
University was even better because a friend of mine convinced me to sign up to a few model agencies because she thought i have the bust, face and attitude to be a model. I applied and suprising i was accepted by the first one i applied at. This boosted my confiedence more and i became more confiedent in front of the camera and ended up with so many pictures from nights out.
I think that theres been more pictures taken of me in the past year than ive allowed in my whole life!
Now i couldnt care less what people think of me. People see the name Princess Candi and see me out in my tiara and think im just a stuck up mixed race girl but they couldnt be more wrong.
Yes i love myself and why shoudlnt i? Im 20 and this is the first time ive felt beautiful. So haters can hate my ears are closed to bullshit.
Im just thankful for my family who told me i was beautiful from the start and my friends and boyfriend who support me in everything i want to do in life.
Treated like a princess by family and family friends and popular at school thats how i always thought my life would be. Then i moved to a school which was considered better and my whole life went downhill.
Aged 8-16 i was badly bullied and constantly told i was ugly, had a big nose, that no man would ever want me and called every horrid name they could come up with.
Aged 9 i even had 4 boys hold me down while another girl climbed on top of me and punched and hit me constantly until a member of staff at the after school club came and stopped it. The girl of course just told the whole school she beat me up on her own and who was i to argue back with anyone.
The only way i felt i could express what i was going through and to block it away best i could was to write. Stories poems news articles, all about popular pretty girls, the girls i dreamt of being like. Since i was 8 until today still i use this to let off steam and zone out. C.N.Headlam look out for that name on books one day.
High school i thought would be better. My first day i had alot of male attention but this only made the names that followed me from the year above who went to the same primary school. Every day i had different groups of girls wanting to fight me both in groups and pairs never alone.
5 years of self esteem lessons helped me manage to look in the mirror and not completely hate myself and not to cry.
The final straw came when i was 15-16 where the bullying was so bad that i was scared to leave the house never mind go to school. I started to self harm to block out the pain school caused me, which wasnt helped by my parents going through a difficult break up after being together all my life. A year of weekly counclilling more self esteem lessons and half days at school are the only reason i am proberly still gracing the earth.
Starting college was where the "Princess Candi" persona emerged. Happy, good friends and treated right for a change made me more happy confeident and come out of my shell. Even people who had never approached me in school days comented how they dont see why people didnt like me. For the first time i was told how i was pretty all the time by both girls and boys and i started to put the past behind me.
University was even better because a friend of mine convinced me to sign up to a few model agencies because she thought i have the bust, face and attitude to be a model. I applied and suprising i was accepted by the first one i applied at. This boosted my confiedence more and i became more confiedent in front of the camera and ended up with so many pictures from nights out.
I think that theres been more pictures taken of me in the past year than ive allowed in my whole life!
Now i couldnt care less what people think of me. People see the name Princess Candi and see me out in my tiara and think im just a stuck up mixed race girl but they couldnt be more wrong.
Yes i love myself and why shoudlnt i? Im 20 and this is the first time ive felt beautiful. So haters can hate my ears are closed to bullshit.
Im just thankful for my family who told me i was beautiful from the start and my friends and boyfriend who support me in everything i want to do in life.
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