Lowering my body into the cool water, I felt at least 20 pairs of eyes staring at me.
‘Come on, Mummy, let’s swim!’ my daughter Evie, then three, squealed, splashing ahead of me.
‘Just a minute, love,’ I said, awkwardly adjusting my swimsuit.
It was 2013, and I’d reluctantly agreed to take Evie and her older brother Jake, then nine, swimming at our local pool.
I loved spending time with my kids, but swimming hadn’t been my first choice.
You see, at a massive 20st, I felt like a whale.
Ever since I can remember, I’d had problems with my weight.
I’d never been naturally thin, was always the biggest in my class at school.
Throughout my teens, I’d snack on crisps and chocolates to get me through my day.…
