Of all things in life, I am struggling with my thighs at the moment. 5% of my body, 1% if that, and yet I can't stop.

Diary entries written from 2018 to 2019, writing this blog post is the first time I read them from start to finish.

Living with an eating disorder is like being at war - two voices in constant battle in my head, fighting to be heard.

Yoghurt is a fear food; although I took the plunge and bought one to have for dessert, I freaked out and never ate it. Here's why.

I continue to cancel or decline events and then feel sad to miss out. My choice, driven more out of fear than want.