Our supporter Katie reflects on her brave experience of recovering from an eating disorder while starting university.
Recovery must be your choice, the one you must make despite the eating disorder feeling like your only friend, this is not real, it’s an illusion, it’s all fake.
At school her best friend called her fat. She took up a measuring tape and that was that.
What can I even call you? Are you a best friend, an acquaintance? Or even now an enemy? At the start I have to admit I worshipped you.
This poem is mainly about the complexity of my anorexia nervosa, which I have suffered from for five years now.