Donna Bowen, 25, Shropshire
Hurry up, Donna kebab!’ my friend shouted across the playground.
My face burning, I laughed it off. But I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
At 8, I was the biggest girl at school, couldn’t even fit into children’s clothes. I thought the name-calling would stop at high school, but it didn’t, and I’d come home in floods of tears.
‘It’s just puppy fat,’ my mum Trudy, now 45, reassured me.
Age 14, I was a size-16, and would eat to numb the pain. I’d shovel in sweets or crisps when no-one was looking.
At 19, I was a size-20, huge and miserable. And, at 21, Mum and I started up our own mobile catering van.
Karl, now 47, was a regular.
‘He’s nice,’ I whispered…
