I lost 12st to be a mum
Aug 04, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: FIONA KINLOCH, LUCY LAING
Standing outside our favourite restaurant, my boyfriend, Wayne, then 27, and I watched as the sun set on the horizon. As he stepped back and I spun away from the glaring beam of light, I found him down on one knee. ‘Will you marry me?’ he asked. ‘Of course!’ I shrieked, jumping into his arms. It was June 2014 and this moment was everything I’d ever dreamed of. See, all my life, I’d only ever really wanted three things: a partner to love and share the journey with, a house that we could call our home, and a
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