‘At 30 weeks, I danced solidly for three hours’ ‘Now I’m focused on my beautiful children’ As I cradled my newborn son Cameron, in March 2010, I felt so lucky. Diagnosed with polycystic ovaries in 2009, doctors said I’d struggle to conceive. But, against the odds, I’d fallen pregnant naturally.
I’d happily eaten for two, so my baby grew big and strong.
Only, I’d grown too, scoffing chocolate, sausage and chips, plus takeaways.
Still, Cameron was born a healthy 7lb 10oz.
Meanwhile, at 5ft 2in, I’d gone from a size-10 to an 18.
‘It’s perfectly natural,’ my mum, Sandra, reassured.
Only, one day, I heard a friend whispering behind my back.
‘She’s so fat,’ she said.
At school I’d been called fat. Hurt feelings rushed back.
That night, I confided…
