For many years I was what the office staff back in Cape Town where I used to work and live used to call a fatty boom-boom. For many years it didn’t bother me much because my husband loved me just the way I was, big breasts, big, flabby bum and all. That’s all that really mattered to me then. I have what is called a thick skin, so what folks were saying behind my back, didn’t bother me at all. But as my girls started growing up and running away from me, and as my husband was forced to give up on me in the sack and roll over and go to sleep, being obese and hugely overweight started to bother me.