Ozempic didn’t work for me. I was furious – and ashamed

As my friends celebrated their new bodies, I wondered, again, what was wrong with mine. Composite: The Guardian/Getty Images

I’m 46 years old and I have been on a diet since I was 11.

For as long as I can remember, eating has given me comfort. As a kid, I lied to my friends’ parents so I could eat a second dinner at their house. I’ve never wanted just one cookie – I’d eat 12 and only stop when I felt physically ill, and sometimes not even then. In nearly every photo of me as a teenager I’m wincing, sucking in my stomach, trying to pose.