TRUE-LIFE
When my daughter Emma came home from school I noticed that her usually smiley face was crestfallen.
It was 2012, and Emma, then 13, loved school.
‘What’s the matter?’ I asked her.
‘Some boys called me fat and threw Milky Ways at me,’ she replied, her voice wobbly.
My poor girl.
Kids could be so mean. It felt like a painful blast from the past.
As a kid, I’d been teased for my size too.
Growing up, I’d always been a bit chubby, picked on by mean boys and girls.
As an adult, I’d gained weight during each of my pregnancies with Emma, Jamie, then 11 and Jonny, 4.
Now a size 16, I
