I first became aware of people talking about my bodyweight soon after Titanic came out in 1997, and at the time I was shocked. There were stories in the media saying that I had a weight problem, which was a bit surprising to me, because I hadn’t thought I was overweight at all! I was happy with the way I looked, and I felt very healthy, and as far as I was concerned, that was the end of it.
But the talk about my body image â€“ questions about was I too fat or was I too thin, depending on how I looked on any particular day â€“ kept on coming.
I was completely taken aback by this, and it was a bit of a rough time for me, in fact, because I was only in my early 20s, and some of the stuff was quite hurtful.
But after a while, I sat down and had a talk with myself. I thought, ‘Hang on, all this stuff about my weight â€“ is it me or is it them?’ And after I’d thought some more, I realised it was definitely them.
At every step of the way, I felt perfectly happy with the way I looked and the weight I was. And 12 years â€“ and two kids â€“ later, I still feel that way.
Believe me, I don’t have a perfect body. I have marks and scars going back to childhood, I have stretch marks from having children, and I’m over 30 and it shows. But I’m fine with my imperfections.
It’s very important to me to be healthy rather than model-girl thin, and to have a womanly shape with normal curves, because that’s how women are supposed to look. My motto is: everything in moderation.
There’s nothing I don’t eat. I love cheese, and one of my favourite things to do is have a glass of wine with my husband when the kids are in bed. I just use common sense to make sure I don’t overdo things.
These days, I’m proud to be curvy. I’ve been told that I’m something of a role model, and â€“ with all the, frankly, disturbing pressure that is put on young women these days â€“ I love to think that somewhere out there are young girls who think, ‘Well, I’d rather look like Kate and be happy, than look like someone else and be very thin and miserable all the time.’ Because what’s so sexy about being miserable?