In 2015 I tried almond butter for the first time and felt inspired to start making my own. Immediately I fell in love.

This book is less a reflection on 'how I made it' - this is my story of relentless hope, ending unknown.

Developing an eating disorder was inevitable. I have always cared about what people think and it thrived off my low self-esteem.

Today I spotted a new spread in Waitrose and instantly felt a lump in my throat, and infuriated. The contradiction! The injustice; I cried when I got home.

I don’t like not being seen, like I'm invisible; working alone is isolating and it’s hard to change my perspective on my own.

Of all things in life, I am struggling with my thighs at the moment. 5% of my body, 1% if that, and yet I can't stop.

The power balance in business, especially between buyers and brands, makes me really genuinely angry. Here's why.

Diary entries written from 2018 to 2019, writing this blog post is the first time I read them from start to finish.

Overwhelmed by thoughts - 29, single, no other real job experience than a subjectively-failed business - what do I do next?

Living with an eating disorder is like being at war - two voices in constant battle in my head, fighting to be heard.