Snaking his arms around my hips, my boyfriend, Samir, pulled me close, making my tummy flutter.
You look beautiful, he said, kissing me as I tied my red apron behind my back.
It was 2012 and a size 18 at 18, I’d never had much confidence with boys.
Yet that’d changed when I’d met Samir while we were working at McDonald’s.
His kind compliments brought a happy flush to my cheeks as we flipped burgers and scooped fries into paper bags.
Eating was a habit and junk food was like a crutch
We'd been friends for over a year before we’d got together.
