MY DANGEROUS ADDICTION

Standing in the sweets aisle, in my Co-op uniform, I was salivating as I tried to take my eyes off the rows of large bars of creamy milk chocolate and packets of biscuits. As a customer chucked a couple of bars of chocolate in their basket, I tried to hide my jealousy with a half-hearted smile.

I was just 16 and, while this Saturday job at the supermarket should’ve been helping me lose weight through being on my feet all day, it only made me crave the goodies on the shelves.

I was a teenager – I should’ve been fit and energetic, yet I was already a size 18. For the last few years,