In 2015, I went all in. Not a 9-5 job, not a hobby; it is all fun and games until someone loses their mind.

“Can I offer just one bit of advice? Actually no, I won’t. They have a way of making one feel inadequate."

With 30 years of diet culture under my belt, a measly five of which I have spent trying to undo it, I expect to slip up.

Recovering from an eating disorder is probably the hardest thing I will ever do.

If I am being really honest - I was hopeful that anyone I mentioned my eating disorder to would meet me at my level.

Taking myself to therapy in 2019 was step one, waving my white flag. Admitting to my eating disorder in 2020 was my surrender.

When lockdown was announced in March 2020, without sounding insensitive, I felt relieved; life, finally, would fall into place.

In January 2020 I had a missed call and voicemail from an unknown number: Dragons’ Den were inviting me to audition for series 18.

When I first sought help for anorexia in 2012, my priority was surface level; in 2019, I was out of my depth and needed help.

Living with an eating disorder is a 247 job, that I never applied for. Both a comfort I take pride in and a coping mechanism I curse myself for.