Pick Me Up Special


Finishing the last delicious slice of pizza … ‘Fancy some ice cream?’ I smiled at my boyfriend, Trev, then 19.

‘Always,’ he grinned.

It was November 1995 and Trev was visiting me at uni in Luton, before joining the Royal Air Force.

A meal at the pizza place, we were both in our element.

I’d always loved food, but I’d also battled weight problems throughout my life.

We had an indulgent diet

At 14, in 1989, I had unfortunately been diagnosed with polycystic ovaries.

I was told that the extra weight I carried around my tummy could be a symptom.

I should’ve tried to lose

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