Staring at myself in the mirror, I could’ve screamed.
‘This isn’t what was meant to happen,’ I sobbed to my partner, Matthew. He’d heard it a hundred times before, but he still gave me a cuddle.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he told me. I was sure he must have been lying. With my rolls of saggy skin that had red, raw rashes beneath the folds, and boobs that had gone from a 42H to a 32 nothing, of course I was hideous. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, not after everything my body had been through.
‘My family are all big boned’ The women in my family are all big boned. By the time I was 17, I was 5ft 10in tall and thought carrying a few extra pounds was simply…
