Sitting in the park with my husband Oliver, we watched our sons Henry, 12, and Hugo, five, playing. ‘Smile, boys!’ I shouted, pulling out my phone to take a picture. After they'd finished posing, Henry begged me to join for a photo too, but I refused. It was 2023, and I weighed 15st 1lb and was wearing a size 22. I felt really low about my body, and my insecurities were seeping into every aspect of my life – my relationships, my confidence and my work.
Later, I thought about how I had refused to be in yet another family photo. If the boys shared these memories with their own kids and grandchildren, it would be like I didn't exist. Suddenly, something clicked. This was about more than me –…