'Look! It's Heather Trott'

Bullies were the final straw for Lorna.

- Lianne La Borde/Harriet Rose-Gale

Lorna Cullen, 35,

Pontypridd

Slumped on the sofa, I tucked into a baguette stuffed with chicken.

Mmmm, comfort food, I thought, polishing off the lot. 

Next, I ate crisps, sweets. 

After, I didn’t feel comforted, though. I felt miserable.

It was March 2015,and my husband Simon, 45, had taken our boys Arran, then 10, and Logan, 4, out for the day.

He was always taking them to the park or swimming.

But I’d stay behind, stuffing my face.

A size-20, I was too embarrassed to be seen in public, rarely left the house.

My health was poor, too – I suffered IBS, constant pain.

Doctors worried I had fibromyalgia, as I was always so run down and unwell.I’m failing my kids, I thought. 

I was in a really dark place. 

But it was a vicious cycle – the worse I felt, the more I ate.

Nothing healthy

I’d always liked food.

At university, I lived on junk, scoffing mounds of pasta with garlic bread, chips, burgers.

When I married Simon, in 2007, I wore a size-20 dress.

I’d finish off the kids’ dinners, eat takeaways, crisps and sweets. 

Nothing healthy.