My weight was harming more than my health
Opening my phone, I gasped at the text.
I'm sorry, you're lovely, it's just your size.
It was January 2007 and I'd been out with a bloke the night before.
We'd met speed dating.
Only, he didn't want to see me again.
It wasn't the first time I'd been rejected after a man had seen me in person.
It was hurtful.
At a size 22, I knew I was big.
I'd always been on the chunkier size.
But after my son Nathan was born in 2000 my weight had crept up more.
