As is usually the case with healers, they seek to heal because they too needed healing once.

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Problems with my body and food began around age 12. I gained this new awareness of my changing figure and I didn't like what I "saw". Body dysmorphia has a way of tricking you into seeing something that isn't there. I look back now and see a skinny teenager but that's not how I felt.

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So began a decade of disordered eating. To me, my weight fluctuated massively but I'm sure to the outside world I looked like a healthy young person.

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I remember ferociously weighing myself and my food, counting and tracking every calorie; restricting, or on the other spectrum, binging. There were periods of respite where I didn't give it my focus, but there were also periods of decline; my body failing me. Passing out in the PE changing rooms, waking up with a headache every single day, or losing my periods for half of the year.

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I weep for my younger self and how she rejected so much within, but I know I had to experience that so that I could cherish my body and give it the love it so deserves. Our body carries and holds us; it's a vessel to experience all aspects of life and we must learn to listen to its cues for they are there to guide us back to balance.