‘I knew I was big, but I hadn’t realised how big’ Pulling my red, mistletoe-motif T-shirt out of the wardrobe, I slipped it on.
It was my favourite festive top. A size-22, it was a bit tighter than I remembered, but I still felt gorgeous.
It was Christmas Day last year, and me and my kids Yasmin, 7, and Damilola, 5, were off to my mum’s for lunch.
‘You look nice, love,’ my mum Tracey, 50, smiled.
Loading my plate with food, I didn’t hold back. Pigs in blankets, Yorkshire puds, roast potatoes...
‘Yum!’ I said, taking seconds.
After, I plonked myself on the sofa and gobbled 25 chocolates.
I deserve a treat at Christmas , I told myself.
But, looking through Mum’s snaps later, I froze.
‘That can’t be…
