Natalie Cassidy: Fatalie Cassidy. Again.

Just a week ago she was whining about being bored with her size eight figure, now she’s crying into her cake because she doesn’t have a size eight figure

As a child, Natalie Cassidy aka Sonia Jackson was the fat little trumpet player of the fictional Jackson family in Albert Square.

Then she grew up, pawned her trumpet for pasties, got so fat she didn’t know she was (fictionally) pregnant by small-foreheaded Martin Fowler, gave birth to a small-foreheaded shock baby, piled on more pounds and piled face-first into (fictional) lady love, and then, err, we stopped watching, but think her character left Albert Square to pastures new.

Possibly Leicester or Southend judging by previous exits.

Anyway.

Fast forward a few years and she’s lost all the weight, is beaming from the pages of Closer and the like, showing off her tiny little waist and extolling the virtues of swimming and gymming. She even flogs a hell of a lot of exercise DVDs on the back of her transformation.

And then, in true Eastenders style, she started bloody moaning about it.

A ‘friend’ sold quotes to, sorry, our mistake, told Closer magazine:

“Natalie says the weight loss was too good to be true. She had a dream body she couldn’t maintain.

“She spent last weekend in tears about putting on weight.

“All that hard work has gone. It took months to lose it and weeks to put it back on.

“She’s realised we’re not all built the same.”

No, we’re not all built the same. But there’s a difference between not being skinny and being unhealthily fat. But she’s probably use either a) the metabolism argument or b) the naturally curvy argument.

Hold up, more from the friend…

“She says ‘My family’s curvy, I’m naturally curvy [a-ha! - Ed.] - what’s the point in fighting it’.

“She feels embarrassed. She didn’t want to be one of those celebs who made a DVD and then stopped practising what they preached.”

And yet she did.

See the pics here.