Graduation Gay ✨🎓🐼🇬🇧. During my formative years, growing up as a single child in a broken home is hard. While the relationship I have with my father has become much tighter since my move to the English capital, I still feel more connected to the honorary mothers in my life. I love my father, with all my heart, but I genuinely would not be where I am today if not for these women, along with a man, of whom I have readily adopted as maternal figureheads. They've all left an indelible impression on me, and have become moral matriarchs to me. They've opened up their homes, their dining tables and their hearts to me. They've all indulged in me and lavished me with so much love and unwarranted faith that I clearly don't deserve. So during what is my possibly my proudest moment, I write this caption – having successfully graduated from Central Saint Martins – with even greater pride. This is a love letter to all of you. Thank you for shaping my life. 👏🏻 And now back to my regular tone – OMG does my graduation suit make me look like a disgraced BBC weather presenter or what guys ☔️!??