The eating disorder has taught me to worry. I overthink, lose sleep - and when it panics, I panic.

Sharing recovery highs is one thing - admitting to slipping up is shameful, weak, even.

The launch of my business - I'd be lying if I said I was happy with where it is today in 2020.

I am scared and embarrassed to admit to my slip-ups, failures, in recovery. Here's the truth.

Food should be earned and energy burnt off. Is there really any other way?

Instagram vs. reality. Does social media validate our existence?

Living with an eating disorder is like having a second job. The worst boss.

The global pandemic permitted me what I always believed I wanted: invisibility.

Becoming a director sounds glamorous. In reality, I received an invoice from Companies House.

In May 2020, I admitted to my family and friends that I have been living with an eating disorder for over eight years.