When I was 13, I was molested by a family friend. And that was the start of a very dark, dark journey for me. At that time I didn’t know or understand what that would look like or what it meant but I just know that something died in me when that happened.

When I was 8, Dad and Mum sat us down and Dad said that he was leaving. They were just going to separate, Dad had had an affair with another lady and they were moving in together.

Growing up me and my sisters had always been told how beautiful we were and people always gave us compliments about our looks, and I think I placed a huge amount of value in that. So when I was 14, one of my friends commented how I was fat.

I grew up as the oldest of four kids with my mum and Dad, my twin brother he's autistic. The doctors said that he would never walk or talk or eat, or anything like that.