Eating disorders can't be defined precisely; everyone’s illness is different and it's impossible for anyone to understand every symptom and every struggle.
I've seen both sides of this awful spectrum & every stage in between. But hey, I’m still here. I’m still smiling and I’m still fighting.
The thought of recovery is scary, but I’ve got further than I ever dreamed of, and you can too.
But what is it like to live with an eating disorder? I often hear 'you don’t look like you have an eating disorder'.
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.
That person who conforms to all of society's expectations may be hiding a secret.
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.
I don't recall booking a flight for two, but there you were, firmly planted into the seat next to me.
I woke up a few years back with a voice in my head, at first, I thought it was my friend but over time it filled me with dread.
If I could speak to myself at each of the pivotal moments in my illness, starting when my anorexia developed after my 16th birthday, this is what I'd say.