Katie Plumtree, Leeds, West Yorkshire
Hearing titters down the school corridor, I knew what lay ahead.
‘Here comes Bruce Bogtrotter,’ taunted a mean voice.
‘Who ate all the pies?’ giggled someone else.
Brushing past, my head bowed, I swiftly hurried home.
It was 2005, I was 16, and these bullying jibes had become like my soundtrack.
‘Bruce Bogtrotter, Bruce Bogtrotter, Bruce Bogtrotter, Bruce…’
He’s a character in Roald Dahl’s Matilda, who’s forced by headmistress Miss Trunchbull to eat a giant chocolate cake in front of all the class.
Like him, I loved eating. Cereal, cakes, cheesy pastries. You name it, I’d scoff it.
Aged 17, I needed a routine op to repair a split tendon in my left foot. Not a direct result of my weight – but not helped…
