For more than 15 years of my life I battled with this double-edged sword. On the one hand, I felt disgusted to be labelled an Anorexic (what a pathetic waste of space). Yet there was a part of me that harboured a perverse pleasure at being skinny enough to garner the label.
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When I was 16 years old, I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa. This morning I woke up a balanced, happy 22-year-old. But I was devastated when I read about the potential closure of Australia's only dedicated national eating disorder support helpline, The Butterfly Foundation.
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Last year was hard and some days, if I'm being honest, I still struggle. There were days where I felt like chucking in the towel. Recovery felt too hard. It was too different from what I was used to. If there is one thing I can pinpoint that prevented me from giving up, it was the example set by my best friend.
I'm sorry for all the years that I punished you. I'm sorry that, five years ago, I looked in the mirror and wanted to change you. You hadn't even finished developing yet. I didn't give you the chance to grow and flourish on your own. I intervened. In the worst possible way.