Boarding the plane with my family, my heart sank when I saw our seats. I was already feeling insecure in my body so I wasn't excited about our family holiday to Fuerteventura, Spain. I squished myself into the chair and pulled the seat belt over my tummy. To my horror, I couldn't fasten it into the buckle. I was too mortified to ask for an extender, so awkwardly yanked on the seat belt until it eventually did up. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I spent the fouranda-half-hour journey feeling cramped and embarrassed.
“Come on, let's just try and enjoy the holiday,” my husband Chris, 44, said. “Yes of course,” I said as cheerfully as I could manage. I didn't want my two kids Sam, nine, and Emily, six, seeing me…