Lying in bed, I hear my phone buzz, indicating I've got a text. Unlocking my phone I see it's from my best mate Paul's wife Katy. "I need your help, Steve." I read the text and reply to her. "What do you need?" Katy is six months pregnant and I'm expecting I'll have to run to get her something from the shops because Paul is busy. "I'm just feeling ugly right now. Paul doesn't want me; I'm fat. I just want to know if I'm b...