Trudging into the living room, I dumped my school bag on the floor and looked up at Mum.
‘What does thunder thighs mean?’ I frowned.
It was summer 2016, and a lad in my class had been saying it to me all day.
‘Kids are cruel,’ Mum sighed, explaining.
And boy did I know it.
Aged 16, I weighed 20st and was twice as big as the other girls in my class.
At 5ft 5in tall, I wore a size 18-20.
Growing up, I'd loved baking fairy cakes with Nanny Jean.
Licking the
