At fifteen years old, the height of my anorexia, I weighed just 6 ½ stone (pictured above). What my parents had initially mistaken as a health kick, running with Dad, preparing my own meals, and […]
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Together Again: Tied up with Velvet Rope
In our household the first weekend of December was traditionally the day the Powell’s would bring down the Christmas Tree and bag of decorations from the attic. I can vividly remember wrestling the tinsel away […]
None for the road: Confessions of a non-drinker
You can picture me now, staring in the mirror wearing a freshly ironed uniform, a smug look on my sanctimonious face. An ‘I don’t drink’ badge glinting in the light of the bathroom, as it […]