If you’d told me over a decade ago that I’d be a fit, healthy and happy size 10 and exercising five days a week, I wouldn’t have believed you. Back then, looking down at my 17st body, I felt anything but.
Growing up I was active, taking ballet, tap, modern and jazz lessons three times a week. But aged 15, as exams loomed, I gave up dancing to focus on my studies. Over the next couple of months the pounds piled on, my legs lost their shape and cellulite developed on my bum. This was the beginning of almost eight years of an incredibly unhealthy relationship with food.
Feeling under pressure to look thin like other teenagers, I went on starvation diets. I would cut out food for three days,…
