During those wonderful Owlette days, I met my 2nd boyfriend who had a huge impact on my life. Confidence wise, weight wise, life wise etc.
So, there I was, in the full throws of modelling, when I was introducded to a boy who "would be absolutely perfect for" me. We'd actually known of eachother for a few years, we lived about 5 minutes from eachother and we had a lot of the same friends.
He was an apprentice footballer and we absolutely hated eachother on the first night we met. He thought he was David Beckham, I still thought that I was Katie Price - it took a long time to work. Eventually, the egos were dropped and we actually got on really well.
About 6 months into our official relationship, he was offered a contract in Hong Kong playing for their biggest club. I was working in marketing and PR on about £8000 per year, working 50 hour weeks. It was hardly a huge decision.
That's where it all went hideously wrong.
Chinese food is actually not that unhealthy. It's nothing like the takeaways we get here. I once asked for Chow Mein and got laughed at. Oops. Anyway, my point is - had we lived on the local cuisine, I would have been Ok. It just so happened that my ex wouldn't touch anything Chinese so we ended up eating in "western" restaurants ALL the time. Couple that with me having no exercise (other than shopping) and I came back as a size 12/14. In 3 months.
Oh my God.
Age: 18
Marital Status: Relationship
Job: Eurgh, 'Wag'
Boobs: 32F
Dress Size: 12/14
Confidence: 1/10
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