DYING TO FIT IN

Mhairi-Rose Stewart, 22, Glasgow.

Heading back into the changing rooms, after a successful game of hockey, I wondered if I’d finally made it into the clique.

I’d scored a great goal out on the pitch, and my teammates had all been singing my praises.

But as I began to get undressed the taunting started all over again.

‘Oi, thunder thighs,’ one of the girls sniggered.

‘I can’t believe you scored, fatty,’ another joined in.

I hadn’t been accepted into the group after all.

Aged 12, I stood out like a sore thumb in comparison to the other girls.

They were skinny and I was curvy, with my family’s trademark bum and boobs.

I’d always been good at sport and dance, and as a