TRUE-LIFE
Plonking myself down in the staff room, I tore into a bag of crisps.
A treat won't hurt, I thought. After all, I'd been rushed off my feet all shift.
It was 1999, and then aged 19, working at Asda was my first proper job.
Crisps, fresh bread and pastries were hard to resist at break time, especially with my staff discount.
My feasting took effect.
Shifting in my size 16 green uniform, I felt the waistband dig into my tummy.
Just a small muffin top, I told
