Diet culture language is 'normal' - we hear it daily - and yet nobody admits to disordered thoughts. Is there really any difference?

I love Christmas - but I haven't left myself live Christmas since the eating disorder came into existence.

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.

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.

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