Waltzing through the door of Nando's, ready for my day shift, I was already wondering what to wear clubbing that night.
Maybe the pink hot pants, I thought.
I was proud of my body, loved wearing body-con dresses and crop tops.
It was summer 2022, I was 21, without a care in the world.
I had my own place, and great friends.
A lovely and fit boyfriend, Emmanuel, then 26.
And free peri-peri chicken!
I partied most nights, enjoying dancing, rum punch, JD and Coke – and any cocktail on the list!
I could shake off a hangover and be full of energy to do it all again the following evening.
Only, one morning in January 2023, after a rare night in, I woke up feeling like death.
My stomach…
