THE STAR, the people paper, introduces MY CONFESSION. Tell us the juicy details of your spiciest secret to win prizes!

Remember when you took a piece of that forbidden fruit? Do you wish to spill the beans about someone else?

Whatever you wish to share, we want to hear!

You can change your name and 'code up di thing', but remember to keep it spicy as the confessions will be published every Friday. The best one will win a prize at the end of the month.

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Yes, STAR! Mi waa confess how mi do mi stepmother bad.

God know, mi cyaa stan' har, and she worse cyaa stan' me! I'm a good person and mi get along well with everybody EXCEPT mi stepmumma.

She hate me simply because me exist. She neva have nothing good fi say 'bout mi ye, no matter what me do or accomplish. Me neva mek dem things deh bother mi still.

But one day she get too brite an' fiesty an' wikid! So I'm not the best of cooks, right, because nobody neva teach me and I'm not a big fan of cooked meals anyways, but she always tek it cuss me say me a big gyal an cyaa cook.

One day she say mi fi cook, knowing full well I'm not very good at it, but me say alright, me ago try a thing.

Mi cook good-up, good-up sweet and sour chicken fi dinner, an di woman have the audacity fi tell me say it taste like s!

It bun me you see! God know, it bun me, but me no say a word to har, me jus wait till she gone a work, me tek har toothbrush an clean out di toilette good.

Up to this day, anytime she talk bout s, me dead wid laaaf, and she no know why