As the seamstress wrapped a tape measure around my middle, my cheeks blushed.
It was 2003 and, age 7, I was having a dress made for my first Holy Communion.
My mum Carolyn, then 34, had scoured the shops, but nowhere sold a dress big enough to fit my size.
So embarrassing.
My nan Anzie, 60, cooked hearty meals like roast chicken and veg, but I'd have bigger portions than everyone else.
And as I grew up, I grew out.
I loved sweets and chocolate.
By the time I left school, I wore a dress size 18-20.
At age 17, I joined
