Jen Atkin’s life took an unforeseen turn just as she believed her future was on solid ground. Her fiancé ended the relationship, attributing it to her perceived weight gain. However, destiny had a comical script of its own.
Fast-forward to today, Jen has been crowned Miss Britain, transforming her past heartbreak into a remarkable victory. Life has a knack for delivering unexpected plot twists, and we’re excited to convey her inspiring message to our cherished readers.
Before ascending to fame, Jen faced a multitude of challenges.
Six years ago, Jen Atkin was immersed in envisioning her perfect wedding, painting her dreams with vibrant colors, only to have the canvas abruptly yanked away. Her fiancé chose to end the relationship, and the reason was rather astonishing: Jen was allegedly indulging in excessive junk food.
During her childhood, Jen confronted a multitude of challenges. Hurtful words and taunts accompanied her journey to the playground, as people bestowed the cruel nickname “Jen fat-kin” upon her, their derogatory remarks echoing in her ears and causing her heartache. To compound the cruelty, they went so far as to throw food at her, leaving her deeply wounded. This period was undeniably tough for Jen, and the lasting scars of those experiences stayed with her.
She grappled with an intricate relationship with food.
Recognizing her struggle, Atkin courageously confessed to her own denial regarding her body and the intricate relationship she had with food. She opened up about how, despite her mother’s lovingly prepared homemade meals, she secretly indulged in fast food, chips, and sweets. Describing her body as an insatiable pit, she spoke of uncontrollable eating without any breaks, a habit that intensified during her teenage years.
To complicate matters further, when she turned 18 and obtained her driver’s license, the accessibility to fast food became dangerously convenient. Alongside her boyfriend, they would frequent bars and indulge in takeout while binge-watching their favorite shows, unknowingly feeding into an unhealthy cycle.
Atkin held a distinctive perspective on her weight and body image, firmly convinced that her boyfriend loved her unconditionally.
Nevertheless, the bubble of bliss burst abruptly when her partner chose to terminate their relationship right in the midst of wedding planning. It was a jarring awakening for Atkin, as she confronted the harsh reality that her belief in their unwavering love was shattered. The unexpected breakup compelled her to reevaluate her perception of herself and confront the painful truth head-on.
The breakup took its toll on Atkin, who found comfort in food and secluded herself at home. It was a pivotal moment when she realized she couldn’t fit into her size 20 dress, prompting her to weigh herself and discover the shocking extent of her weight gain. This realization sparked a determination within her to make a change and embark on a self-care journey.
In response, she resolved to sculpt a revenge body.
Upon enrolling at a local gym, Atkin embarked on an incredible transformation. In just two years, she went from a size 22 to a size 10. Empowered by her progress, she delved into beauty pageants and achieved remarkable success, ranging from being crowned Miss Scunthorpe to finishing as the first runner-up in Miss England 2018. Taking a brief hiatus, she received a recommendation for the 75th Miss Great Britain competition, offering her one last opportunity at pageant glory.
Atkin’s journey culminated in her being crowned Miss Great Britain during a breathtaking final ceremony held in Leicester. The announcement left her stunned, and she exclaimed, “I’m still in shock at winning. I’m so happy I can’t even put it into words — I honestly can’t believe it.”
Atkin feels that her ex would likely take pride in her achievements, yet she has no desire to rekindle their past relationship. Having found the love of her life, she tied the knot with Chris just five months before clinching the title of Miss Great Britain. Undoubtedly, her joy and marital happiness probably contributed to her winning charisma in the competition.
Not every journey to becoming a beauty queen unfolds seamlessly. Here’s another remarkable case of a woman who encountered challenges related to her appearance before ultimately earning the title of Miss England.
My Husband Raced to the Dump After I Tossed His Old Attic Jacket — I Was Stunned When I Learned Why
Cleaning the attic was supposed to be an ordinary task until my husband went ballistic thinking I’d thrown away a torn-down jacket. That clothing item ended up unraveling the truth about something he was doing behind my back. And that led to something I never expected in all my life!
It was a crisp fall afternoon when I decided it was finally time to tackle the attic. For years, it had been a catch-all for everything from holiday decorations to old clothes that hadn’t seen the light of day in decades. I’d been meaning to clean it out for ages, but what I found in it led to me becoming a single woman after years of marriage…
Like everything else in life, cleaning the attic kept getting pushed down the list. My husband, Jeff, had mentioned before that most of the stuff up there was junk anyway. In fact, just last year, he told me his old high school jacket, now sitting forgotten in a pile of boxes, should go straight to the dump.
With that in mind, I started pulling things out, one by one. A broken lamp, boxes of our now-grown kids’ school projects, and, of course, Jeff’s old jacket. I barely glanced at it before tossing it into the pile meant for the dump.
It was faded and torn in a few places, and it smelled like it had been trapped in a musty attic for years. Not exactly a sentimental keepsake, right?
That evening, we sat down for dinner, the kind of normal weeknight meal where we barely had time to talk before cleaning up and moving on with the night. The air smelled like roasted chicken, but my husband of twenty years was oddly quiet.
He picked at his food for a while before I broke the silence.
“I cleaned out the attic today,” I said casually, trying to start a lighthearted conversation between us. “Threw out a bunch of our old junk.”
Jeff froze. His fork stopped halfway to his mouth before he dropped it onto the plate with a clatter.
“What JUNK?” he asked, his voice rising sharply, eyes wide like I’d just told him the house was on fire.
“Just some old stuff from the attic. Why?” I tried to keep my tone light, but the way his expression shifted had me worried.
Without another word, my husband immediately pushed back his chair, nearly knocking it over in his haste to get upstairs. I stayed behind, confused by his sudden panic. I heard him rummaging through boxes, muttering to himself.
Moments later, he came storming downstairs, fists clenched at his sides.
“Where’s my old school jacket?” His voice was dangerously low, with an edge to it I hadn’t heard before. He looked like he was ready to punch the walls!
I blinked at him, trying to figure out why he cared so much.
“I probably tossed it,” I said. “It was in a pile of stuff for the dump.”
The color literally drained from his face, and I could almost see the pulse pounding in his temple!
“You THREW it away?” he growled, his voice shaking with barely-contained fury. “I told you to throw away the junk, not that jacket!”
I stood there, dumbfounded. “Jeff, last year you said that jacket was trash… literally said it belonged in the dump!”
He let out a bitter laugh that sent chills down my spine.
“Well, guess what? The day I married YOU was a curse!”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut! And before I could respond, he stormed out of the house, grabbed his car keys, and peeled out of the driveway.
For a second, I was too shocked to move! But then something told me to follow him. Grabbing my purse, I jumped into my car and raced after him, my heart pounding. Where could he possibly be going in such a rage?
When I saw him pull into the entrance of the local dump, it all started to click into place!
The jacket. He was here to find that old jacket. But why? There had to be something more to it than just nostalgia. And what the hell did he mean that marrying me was a “curse?”
But soon enough, I’d find out what was in that jacket and why it would wreck our marriage…
I parked and hurried after him, catching sight of my husband frantically searching through piles of trash. I’d never seen him like this before… so on edge, so wild! My heart raced as I approached him.
“Jeff, what is going on? Why are you doing this?” I demanded, my voice trembling now.
He stopped digging, turning to face me, his face pale.
“Because, Stacy,” he spat, “I was saving money. Fifty thousand dollars. For us… to buy a new house.”
I took a step back, trying to process what he was saying. Fifty thousand? In an old, ratty jacket?
But then his words echoed in my head. “For US.” I didn’t believe it. Something felt wrong… really wrong.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I didn’t think I had to!” he snapped, returning to his desperate search. “I was going to surprise you. Now it’s all gone BECAUSE of you!”
Back then, I had no idea what he was actually doing behind my back and that there was more to the money he’d saved!
I went with his lie.
I watched him sift through heaps of trash, his hands filthy, and something inside me twisted. Despite desperately wanting to believe him, his story wasn’t adding up. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. We never found the jacket that night. Eventually, after hours of searching, Jeff slumped down in defeat.
He wouldn’t even look at me.
We drove home in our separate cars, and I was silent as I continued contemplating my husband’s actions and statements. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. After we got home, Jeff went straight to the bedroom without a word.
I sat on the couch, staring at the wall, my mind racing. What was it about that jacket? Why was he acting like this? Was there really money in the jacket?
An hour passed, and I heard my husband’s voice, low and hushed, from the bedroom. I crept up to the door, leaning close enough to hear his words through the thin walls.
“I don’t have the money anymore,” Jeff was saying. “That useless woman threw it out with the jacket!”
My breath caught in my throat…
“No, I wasn’t saving it for me and her,” he continued. “It was for the house… for US, like we said.”
My blood turned to ice. “US?” He wasn’t talking about me. He was talking about someone else!
I pushed open the door, unable to hold back my anger any longer!
“WHO are you talking to, Jeff?”
His face went pale as he turned to face me, phone still in hand. “Stacy… I…”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “Who were you going to buy a house with?”
He didn’t answer, just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
But I didn’t NEED him to answer. I already knew. There was someone else. Someone who had been waiting for that fifty thousand dollars.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “The kids and everyone is going to find out the truth about who you really are. You called me useless to your mistress, Jeff…”
It was the only thing that made sense now.
Jeff’s face twisted in anger, but I didn’t stay to hear his excuses. I walked out and didn’t look back.
A month after the divorce, I found myself back in the attic since I’d won the house in our filing. The chaos of the last few weeks had kept me from returning, but I needed to get my old sewing machine for a project I’d started.
As I sifted through boxes, my hand brushed against something soft… something familiar.
There, at the bottom of a box I had somehow missed, was Jeff’s old jacket.
I froze, pulling it out and staring at it in disbelief. I hadn’t thrown it away after all!
With trembling hands, I checked the inside pocket, and there it was… the fifty thousand dollars, neatly folded, exactly where he had hidden it!
But this time, there was no rush to tell anyone. No need to share. Jeff had made his choices, and now I was making mine. I kept the money, my heart racing at the thought of what it meant for my future.
This time, it was my secret to keep…
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