Humiliated on New Year’s Eve
Curling my hair with precision and applying my make-up, I thought about my hot date who, right at that moment, would be making his way over to see in the new year with me. ‘Maybe we’ll even take things further,’ I thought hopefully. We’d already enjoyed a few lovely meals and drinks out together after meeting online, so, with my son Raphael*, then four, staying at his dad’s for the night, I’d invited my new man over.
‘I’d not felt good enough for anyone’
Only, then I looked in the mirror and my heart sank. Despite wearing my favourite fitted black dress, at size 18, 16st 9lb and
