Krystal Paterson, 36, from Southampton
Waking up in the middle of the night, I crept downstairs.
Sneaking into the kitchen, I helped myself to a slice of cake.
My mum had always baked delicious home-made cakes and I couldn’t resist them.
Not only were they delicious, but at the young age of 13, food had become my source of comfort.
Tragically, in just three short years, we had lost my younger brother and sister.
My little sister was just 20 months old when she died in a car accident, and my brother just 10 when cancer stole him from us.
My whole family were grieving, and I felt so alone. Sneaking down to the kitchen of a night and using my pocket money on sweets, the pounds piled