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"Some kids are brilliant at maths, others sport. I was brilliant at eating. A cup of tea, with a packet of rich tea biscuits, dunked in four at a time, crunchy sugar cubes and tomato sauce butties on white bread. My mum used to say that my eyes were bigger than my belly. That wasn't true - my belly was huge! Or at least I thought so.

My parents were brought up in an era when food was scarce. I suppose feeding offspring generously sent out a sign that they were doing okay. That coupled with me being the youngest of three and spoilt rotten, apparently, meant that I rapidly became a fat git. Because that's what my mates called me ... I was never 'Jacko', 'Smiffee', or 'Wazza'. Just 'Bellis, you fat git'. Visiting relatives used to refer to me as a 'bonny' lad.

Then, something happened in my teens. My mum got wise and stopped buying biscuits and I developed a passion which kept me away from the kitchen. My waist measurement was the same when I was 18 years old as it had been when I was 12, except I was six inches taller. I really did grow up.

But my memories stayed with me. I always caught myself in reflections to check if my greedy friend had returned and I got really defensive if anyone mentioned my weight ... until now.

Looking back through my old photos I realise I wasn't so fat after all, and I seem to have turned out like everyone else. I would have saved myself a lot of pain if I'd realised that 20 years ago."