An article from The Telegraph : I got diagnosed with my eating disorder at the age of nine. I remember playing tag in the schoolyard with my friends and running around because I wanted to lose weight. I remember throwing out food in class. When celebrating my birthday, I never wanted a cake; I wanted healthy snacks and told everybody that I didn’t like sweets. By the age of 10, I had already invented lies about food allergies. I became a vegetarian and decided that I wasn’t allowed sugar. The disgust I felt towards my body developed during a period of abuse. I was sexually abused by a family member from the age of five. It lasted until I was 12 and it has made me hate my body. I find it impossible to live with my body, so I have always tried to separate myself from it. Starving myself is a way to make it disappear, to vanish, to clean, purify and punish it. I am very open about my anorexia. I know that I am insanely skinny. I gave up hiding it when I was 16. Before that, I did crazy th
