When devotion met deception.
My devotion to fulfil the extreme demands of my craft pushed me to the limits of what a human body could take - I found myself in a downward spiral - striving to achieve perfection, no matter how painful it was starting to become.
All and any progress I had made would be disguised by a false sense of failure and resentment had started to take over - my burning desire to be the best I could be had misguided my perception of reality. Every time I saw myself in the mirror, the hatred for myself grew and festered, withering away at my body.
Then one morning, I woke up to find that I only weighed a mere 4 stone.
I felt sick, but – perhaps worse – I felt like I deserved to feel this way. It was this moment on August the 16th, 2012 that I realised that Anorexia had set in - and it was coming for my life...