As I walked into the house crying, my husband Donal rushed out of the living room to meet me. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, concerned. ‘I’ve just seen myself in a full-length mirror,’ I sobbed. ‘I look… amazing!’ As Donal, now 41, let out a relieved laugh, I beamed at him through my tears. Those were words I never thought I’d say. In fact, for as long as I could remember, I’d hated the way I looked.
‘I DESPAIRED WHEN I SAW MY WEDDING PHOTOS’
Ever since I was 11, I had what people would kindly describe as ‘puppy fat’. I’d use my lunch money to buy crisps and chocolate from the vending machines at school and had to wear skirts with elasticated waists.
