Vicky Howe, 53, Bedfordshire
Tucking into a feast of bangers and mash, I gobbled up every last morsel.
It was the late 1970s, I was 9, and we were taught never to waste food.
‘Clear your plate,’ my mum always said.
It helped that she was a brilliant cook.
She'd pile my plate high with hearty meals, and as well as sausages, Sunday roasts were my favourite.
As a result, I was a chubby kid.
I became more body conscious in my teens,
