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Tonight’s news has really delighted me, although delighted is probably the wrong word. To hear John Prescott acnowlege an eating disorder. It was a shock, and certainly striking, but finally, here is another attempt to remove the massive stigma surrounding eating disorders. For a British bulldog to admit to a ‘girly’ condition is a pleasure to hear.

This is a subject particularly close to my heart, as one of my dear friends is severely anorexic and has been so for many years. I remember one night switching on the TV and seeing her face, clenching at her skin believing so firmly that she was disgusting in every way. By that point, it had become part of her life, and I had always known that, but to see and hear her speak so openly about her condition, and her love for her condition, was strange and painful. Every day is a struggle for her, and despite having a degree in nutritional sciences, she is seen as ‘unsuitable’ and a bad role model, and is thus not allowed to practice.

I realise this is a stupid sentiment, but I just have such a desire to give all the hurt people on this planet a hug. I want to tell them it’s ok. I suppose everyone’s been broken at some point, but so many people hide it behind a facade of strength, and never let it slip.

Lately i’ve been living a bit of a medical nightmare, but am finally on medication which seems to be helping, and I finally have a diagnosis - which incidentally, most of me wants to ignore. The cracks have started to show, and I know that I can’t always pretend to be perfect. I’ve always had to be.

Slightly depressingly, I think John’s the same…