Pulling on my size-18 bikini in the sticky Spanish sunshine, I really couldn’t have felt worse. I’d given birth just five months previously, in May 2014, and my baby belly had yet to go down. But, if I’m honest, it was more than that. I’d used my pregnancy as a chance to eat exactly what I’d wanted, and now I was bigger than I’d ever been.
When my husband, Matt, and I had decided to have an autumn getaway with our newborn, Evelyn, and our eldest daughter, Gracie, I’d been really excited by the idea of relaxing by a pool. However, now that we were here, I just felt bloated and unattractive.
‘Take a picture of me,’ I said impulsively to Matt, now 33, handing him my phone. When I…
