Writing here and now, I know that the world didn’t exclude me – and that my feelings of not belonging were unfounded. I now know that this was just a bunch of lies, festering in my mind because of a problem I had, and which I could not recognize as lies. A bunch of lies created by anorexia.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and I might as well be Santa. But I feel like I spend my whole year preparing for my upcoming Christmas calorie intake.
I resent the girl that I see in the mirror. The hair that falls so thin and parted, teeth that are so utterly British and yellow, with that horrific gap that could crack nuts open – That London Look right? I hate the pale peach skin with freckles and blemishes,
You do not need to be thin to have an eating disorder, let’s put that idea to bed. I have always been a ‘bigger girl’, well at least from the age of 7; I was in teenager clothes before I was 10. I found comfort in food and it gave