Three kids, and six stone gained and lost… I was feeling more slummy than yummy.
“Though I joke about it at my slimming club, I think what happened to me is a bit of a cautionary tale. Because I’m one of those women who really let herself go.
I’d never been big as a teen, but when I got pregnant, I ballooned – I was eating for four, not two! After our first arrived, the second and third quickly followed, and with every baby, I gained and gained and gained. I was living in maternity clothes so I didn’t have to admit how huge I’d become, and got used to people asking when the next one was due. But I wasn’t pregnant, just greedy.
At my worst, I was 5ft 3 and 16st. Morbidly obese. My joints were killing me, my doctor warned I’d get diabetes, and I couldn’t look after the kids properly. Things had to change.
It took two years, but I got down to a healthy 9st 7lb, and felt fantastic… apart from my floppy, flabby breasts. I’d insist on lights off, hated showering and bathing because I’d have to see my body, and wouldn’t let me partner near them – we made love with my bra still on. They were really getting me down, and I was even considering gaining weight again.
A friend from slimming club suggested implants. She confided that she’d had hers done, though swore me to secrecy! They were fabulous. Really natural looking. She gave me her surgeon’s details, and I booked a consultation the next week.
A year on, and it all finally feels worthwhile. We went on our first family holiday this year, and I was really proud of my bikini body. I may have a few stretchmarks and a bit of cellulite, but you won’t stop me playing beach volleyball with the kids… and my partner can’t keep his eyes off me!”