Nicola King, 24, Andover
Clicking a selfie in the bathroom mirror, I scrutinised my body.
I must get smaller, I told myself.
It was late 2011, I was 19, 5ft 9in – and I weighed 4st.
You could see every rib, the bumps in my spine. My hips jutted out so much you could see the shape of my pelvis.
I still need to see more bones.
I’d started feeling insecure at 14, counting calories at 16.
My size-10 clothes soon became loose.
Even back then, I never once looked in the mirror and thought I was fat.
But I was full of anger I couldn’t explain, so desperately unhappy.
My eating disorder was about control, and it soon became full-blown anorexia.
I’d think if I could just get smaller,…
