I WAS TOO FAT TO HUG MY SON

As my son Oliver, then six, walked up to me with a sweet grin, he outstretched his little arms and threaded his hands around me. ‘Love you, Mum,’ he beamed.

As he snuggled into my chest, I couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact his fingertips weren’t reaching each other. Maybe he could have if it wasn’t for the huge frame he was trying to wrap himself around. It was 2017 and, at 20st and wearing a size 24, I was the biggest I had ever been. In that moment, I’d never