An eating disorder not only manifests itself physically, but also psychologically. It is an extremely complex mental illness that often takes many years of both physical and psychological treatment, in order to recover.
Now it is time for me to pick up the mantle of unconditional love for my children and demonstrate that worth is not bound by physical perfection or the whim of others.
Instead of focussing on something that is never going to change why not realise that the majority of working models in the UK are healthy, happy people who probably work out less and eat worse than most of us.
The word fat only has a negative association to it if you allow it to. If you call someone fat as an insult, that says more about you as a person than it does anything else. I believe that we need to tell people when we hear this kind of unconscious fat shaming, whether the comment is coming from a place of malice or genuinely wanting to be nice.
Emma's set out the direction we need to head in, but in order to genuinely permeate our society's consciousness on the gender issue for good, we need to re-tune our media's frame of reference. Just think how many girls came to know of Emma's addressing the UN via an article dominated by images of her outfit...
Hollywood actress Charlize Theron was quoted recently in Red magazine on her views of ageing. She apparently feels more comfortable with her looks now she's in her late 30s than she did in her 20s, when she had "gorgeous skin and a fat, plump face."
There's a trend in the #gratitude movement that really, really bothers me. And it's probably all over an Instagram feed near you. It's saying you're #blessed, or its more obnoxious big sister #soblessed.
This morning my four-year-old walked in on me in the bathroom and caught me mid-diet, eyes downcast with a frown on my face. She followed my gaze and immediately took in the silver scales I was standing on in the middle of the floor, out from their usual hiding place in the cupboard. "Mum, are you measuring yourself?"
I tend to get one of two responses when I mention wanting bigger muscles: a) 'I don't like girls with muscles' or b) 'but you'll look like a man'. The first comment suggests that my body exists solely for the viewing pleasure of that person, the second: that women are supposed to conform to certain socially constructed ideals...
Growing up as a consumer of pop culture and women's magazines, there was only one body type to have: skinny. As a result we have a generation of perfectly proportioned women too embarrassed to get into their bikinis, flitting between fad diets and having internal battles when faced with their reflection in the mirror.
The author of a report says we should avoid calling people fat and should use the term overweight or obese instead. As a fat bird, I disagree. The one thing I need as a fat person is tough love. I put this weight on intentionally and it will be a struggle to lose it.
My brother wrote about his experience of having a sister with an eating disorder and it literally broke my heart into a million pieces. I wanted to share with you all his own words, because this is a family disease!
Leaving my parents and the comfort of my home was the first wrench. Entering the playground felt more like walking into a battlefield. Seeing the different groups, the popular, the pretty, the sporty and then finally the geeks - where I usually ended up. The next obstacle was walking into class and praying someone would sit next to me.
Until I was about ten years old I'd always been happy taking my clothes off. Then puberty hit and that was taken from me. Gradually my body became a loaded space, protruding with curves, inciting cat calls from strangers, inciting uninvited hands on me. The gaze and comments of strangers sexually objectified me long before I was a sexual being. My body no longer felt like a safe home.
I wasn't offended or upset that they didn't like my body in particular, rather I was upset for all the women out there that society has been telling are not good enough if they are not extremely thin. This led me to the question of "how did we get here?" It wasn't so long ago that Marilyn Monroe was celebrated for her beautiful curvy body. Fast forward in time and we are here, where beauty is equated to being thin.
The world is watching and analysing the physiques of women in the public eye as a kind of first-world sport, and hypothesising obsessively about their diets, feeding the consciousnesses of young girls with drivel about who they should be and what they should look like and telling them they really should care an awful lot about those things, or else.