TASTE FOR LIFE

Sighing, I smiled for the camera with my husband Jim, 34.

‘I look terrible!’ I said, looking at the snap on his phone.

‘You look great,’ he smiled, disagreeing with me.

I’ve always hated having my photo taken.

Avoided it at all costs.

I wasn’t my own worst enemy, but I didn’t have much love for my body.

In fact, I refused to have a full-length mirror in the house.

‘I only need a small one to do my make-up,’ I’d tell Jim.

I didn’t want any scales, either.

I was happy not knowing my weight.

You see, I’ve always struggled with my size.

Growing up, I was bigger than my