I am more afraid of, threatened by weekends than weekdays. Mental health ruins my capacity for fun.

I live in a constant state of worry - who will I be on the other side of recovery, and will people like me?

I am obsessed with my business but equally feel lost, depleted and unsure. Do I quit now and will I be happier for it?

I joined a co-working space to help normalise socialising and eating habits - unfortunately, I have not enjoyed one free perk yet.

Today is my friend's birthday. Not even about me and yet I feel nervous, the eating disorder like a Scarlett Letter on my dress.

I have to consciously not overthink body change. Otherwise it will get to me that I no longer look or feel how I used to.

In terms of what ‘success’ means to me - my business is far from it. And when I fail in business, I fail elsewhere.

Cellulite has been my nemesis since the age of 16, I still struggle with it twelve years later.

I am curious - if I was honest with myself sooner, would my business be more successful today?

A job that I love but has a high chance of no reward. Welcome to running a business.