It started with a jelly snake. I had been handing out a single jelly snake to each girl in my daughter’s little athletics team at the end of the sessions I was age manager for (a role I share, alternating weeks with another mum).
My decision to hand out the lolly was innocuous enough, I thought. But the real bite was in what it represented – an issue that impacts all of us.
Feeding food anxiety with jelly snakes.Credit: iStock
One afternoon, as I handed out one jelly snake to each girl, a mother marched towards me, demanding to know what was........