The odour kept turning up like… well, like a bad smell Kids can be cruel.
‘You stink!’ jeered one schoolmate.
‘Smelly Kelly!’ chipped in another.
The snide remarks stung.
‘I’ve got fish-paste sandwiches for lunch,’ I lied, blushing.
Well, I had to think of some excuse…
Although they were unkind, my classmates were right. I’d no sense of smell myself, but I knew I stank of fish and onions.
What I didn’t know was why…
By secondary school, I washed twice daily.
But, no matter what, the odour kept turning up like…well, like a bad smell.
When it was strong, my mum Pat, 43, and big sister Joanna, 17, found kind ways to mention it.
One day, Mum had bought me an orange-scented shower gel to try. But, coming out…
