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My head was constantly filled with self-loathing thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than hating the skin I was in.
At the age of eight, I started to see a change in myself. I started comparing myself to everybody I saw.
For me, this was not simply a journey of losing weight, getting fitter, and gaining strength. In fact, those things were secondary in my mind.
This poem is mainly about the complexity of my anorexia nervosa, which I have suffered from for five years now.
I have always been the type of person who wants to learn about things I don’t understand.
Knowing it takes a long time can be miserable, but what I think I & fellow sufferers have to keep at the forefront of their minds is their motivations.
You know my friend is scared but you don’t know how strong she is. She’s tough, really tough. She’s got good people around her who love and support her.
I'm now pregnant and suffering from Hypermeresis Gravidarum (HG), which is an extreme form of morning sickness.
That person who conforms to all of society's expectations may be hiding a secret.
I don’t remember why I started making myself sick or even when, but I will always remember why and when I took the decision to stop.
Read Joe's poem on his personal battle with anorexia, 'A day in the life of us'.
People often asked me what started my anorexia. My old self had been forgotten and I was learning how to get her back again.