Yes to the DRESS!
Throwing clothes onto the floor, I looked around me in horror.
Standing there half-naked, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and it took all my strength not to burst into tears.
‘What’s going on here?’ my husband John, 47, asked, coming into the bedroom to check if I was ready.
‘I can’t go,’ I whimpered.
‘Everything looks awful on me.’
I’d been big since hitting puberty, but after getting married in 2002, things had really gotten out of control.
Even on my wedding day, I was too large for John to carry me over the threshold – something I would have loved!
It wasn’t that
