My fitted embroidered gown flowed beneath me as we swayed along to Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car.
‘I love you, Mrs Tatum,’ my new husband Oli, then 29, said, holding my tiny waist.
It was June 2019 and after seven years together, we’d tied the knot.
Now we were centre stage for our first dance.
Today I wasn’t just a bride, I felt like a superstar.
My hair and make-up were perfect.
After months of dieting in the run-up to the wedding, my size-8 dress fit my slim 10st body like a glove.
And didn’t we deserve to feel special?
Because the