Camp Wildfire is the one weekend where I stop worrying about looking silly and let myself fully join in. I am usually shy, self-conscious and allergic to making a scene, but there I talk to strangers, dance, wear ridiculous outfits, hand out gifts and throw myself into things I would normally avoid. I feel seen, safe and celebrated, and after four years I have gone from sneering at the whole thing to booking both weekends for 2027.

Six months on Mounjaro, I’m lighter than I’ve been in 11 years, the food noise is gone, and for the first time in my life, I feel proud.