Sweet sixteen and I was looking forward to what was supposed to be the best year of my life. Modelling was the path i chose and after much messing about trying to get work, I was offered a contract abroad in one of the fashion capitals of the world, Milan. When I got the call, i could hardly control my excitment and to celebrate, I gathered together my older sister Deborah, her boyfriend and some of my closest friends and suggested we go away for a weekend as I wasn’t going to see them for some time.

Loch Lomond was where i had spent most of my childhood as my parents owned a boat which they used to take up there every summer. We decided that a weekend camping at Inch Mirren on the Loch would be a good laugh. A couple of my mates owned jet-ski’s and it was the perfect oppertunity to take them out for a spin on the waters of the bonny banks.

We set off on the trip three and a half weeks before my tour. When we got to our destination late friday afternoon, we set up the barbecue and had a meal. As the boys were pitching the tent, the rest of us decided to have a go on the jet-ski’s. Everything was going fine until I plucked up the courage to have a go. It turned out to be one of the worst decisions I ever made.

I was doing ok for a while until the skies began to darken and without realising it, I hit a huge rock under the water, the impact threw me off the jet-ski and I was knocked out with the force. My sister and friends saw the accident and Deborahs boyfriend at the time Darren came running in the water to save me as I was lying face down on top of the water and not moving. I was unconscious but when I came round on the pebbled beach, my sister was panicking and saying ‘What about her tour, she will never be able to go now.’ It was then that I realised that not only was I black and blue from head to toe with horrific brusing, my front tooth had been fractured at the root and therefore came down slightly and punctured a massive hole in my bottom lip, to make matters worse, I had also sprained my ankle badly and I didn’t think that a model with a limp would have gone down too well on the catwalks of Milan.