Five years ago, at the age of 15, I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. I starved myself, beat myself up, isolated myself and was stuck in my head.
It had all started off with the aim of losing weight, to ‘feel comfortable’, to ‘feel accepted’ and most of all, to ‘feel normal’. Within three months, at the age of 14, I had lost nearly three stone.
There is an unfortunate misconception that anorexia is a physical illness based on weight and image. To clarify, it is a very serious mental illness with severe, life threatening physical side-effects. It nearly killed me. Within a year, I went from a ‘normal’ teenager to someone who could hardly walk to school without the fear of collapsing. The truth is, I was addicted to the empty feeling, the thought of hurting myself that little bit more and most importantly to me at the time, starving myself to death.