This bond will never be broken

Im sat here reading todays copy of The Times, looking at the main story- The death of Ivan Cameron.
I was travelling through London yesterday on my way home when i picked up the London Paper and read the headline 'Son of David Cameron dies aged 6'. My first reaction was 'Oh my god' followed by a slight sense of shock.

Now im just a Journalism student with a very weak sense of direction when it comes to politics. I know that Gordon Brown is the Prime Minister and I also know that David Cameron is leader of the Conservative Party, buts thats just about as far as my knowledge stretches.

As I sat reading the story about what had happened to Ivan and the life he had led, I genuinely felt saddened. Not just for the Cameron's, but for every parent who has lost a child. Obviously I havent got a clue about what that feeling must be lik,e and im pretty sure I can't even begin to comprehend it, but I can think of the relationship that I have with my parents- the closeness and the bond that we share, and I realise how devastated they would be if they ever lost me or either of my sisters.
I dont believe it matters what your disabilities are or even your age. No parent should ever have to bury their child.

The death of Ivan Cameron only highlights what thousands of parents experience everyday. They watch their children suffer from incurable illnesses, unable to take away their pain and all they can do is watch from a distance hoping the suffering isnt as bad as it looks.

I suppose that one good thing about this young boys death is that it casts a light on such heartbreaking circumstances occuring everyday all over the world. To normal people, just like David and Samantha Cameron.
They will never forget their first born son, and know that the bond they shared with him whilst he was alive, can only be strengthened from where he is now.
That bond will remain the most precious thing in their lives.

Skinny. Fashion or Faux?

I remember back in 2006 when all I ever saw gracing the front pages of every celebrity gossip magazine, were super skinny size zero models. So after what feels like at least a year, the world, or at least Britain snapped back to reality and finally accepted a curve or two.
Skinny was over. The hourglass, the curves, anything but bones became fashionable.
Even Nicole Ritchie, possibly the biggest victim of this fad, gained a few much-needed pounds to her petite frame.

I don’t feel the need to sit here and spoon-feed you the details of this World Wide revolution as I am without a doubt sure you know exactly what I’m talking about.

Yet as I stood today in a line waiting to purchase myself a very intellectual book I didn’t in a million years think I would turn around and see what I saw. For standing right there in the middle of the Magazine rack were the dramatics I thought had disappeared forever.
‘Has skinny gone to far’ was the headline Heat magazine had chosen for the current issue.
I was completely caught off guard. I mean, really? Again? I for one thought it was just a passing phase. I have been proved wrong.

I find hard to comprehend how a woman who is beautiful, who has so much going for her, and who has a world of adoring fans can think that she looks beautiful when her arms are so thin you think a hug would snap her in two.

I indulged my curiosity and bought the magazine, but couldn’t help thinking that fashion is back to the beginning. Literally. Back to Zero.

So as I put my size eight jeans away and have a dig around for my size six ones instead I ask myself the question, am I going to fall victim yet again to the idea that skinny is pretty and that bones are sexy? I hope for my sake that the answer is no.