I didn’t cope very well when I started university. During freshers’ week, when everyone was making friends, I stayed in my dorm room. Compared to the posh voices of the rich kids, my Brummie accent sounded low-class to me. Naturally slim, I lost weight that first month so that my legs were like sticks and my breasts the size of dumplings. One night, Kate, the girl whose dorm was next to mine, obviously felt sorry for me a...