Dishing up a mouthwatering Sunday roast, I placed a plate of chicken, veg, roasties and gravy in front of my daughter Morgan.
‘I can’t eat that,’ she
‘You’re not on another diet, are you?’ I sighed. ‘You’re perfect as you are.’
Morgan had been on and off diets for years, her weight constantly yo-yoing. She’d lose weight, but then put it back on when she went back to eating normally – the cycle continued.
On the larger side as a child, I knew she’d grow out of her puppy fat.
But starting secondary school, some of the kids picked on her – calling her nasty names, it got so bad that I had to move her to a new school.
She thrived there, and although she plastered on a smile, I knew the comments had got to her deep down – and she turned to food to cope.
I even took her to see a counsellor, to help her work through any issues
