As a teenager, it bothered me. I was struck by her beautiful she was – and then looked at my own scrawny body and realised how ridiculous I’d look if I posed like that against my bedroom door. It wasn’t so much the sexiness of Kate’s pose that made me feel bad about myself – it was how perfect she looked. It was coolness personified and I’d never be able to be like that because I didn’t look anything like her. The image was so powerful to me that 10 years on, I still have it stuck in my head.