Dabbing the finishing touches on for a client, I spun her around to face the mirror Gorgeous!’ I exclaimed.
‘You’ll look beautiful tonight.’
Being a beautician, it was my job to make other people feel pretty.
But ironically, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror – I was too ashamed.
Weighing in at 20st, I felt enormous, constantly comparing myself to others.
And coming home that night, I gorged on enough KFC for a family of three.
Devouring chicken wings and a family portion of chips, I licked my lips as I scoffed down a whole bucket.
It was my usual routine.
Takeaway for lunch and dinner, seven days a week.
It hadn’t always been like that, though.
Growing up, I
