Years after experiencing the flaws of the health care system for people struggling with disordered eating and mental ill-health, I found my fire.

My family used to call me the black sheep.

At the time such words meant little to me. Looking back, it could have been my tenacity in wearing a superman costume to school because I hated the colour of the school uniform, or my unwavering preference for wearing one long sock and one short sock just because I was convinced that it ‘looked better’. Perhaps it was my pre-occupation with landscaping and shovelling manure around the garden with my top off, or maybe it was the fact that I spent more time in boxer shorts and singlets than I did in any other clothes. Who knows? 

Being different doesn't really bother me. It's kinda cool, actually. But it's taken me a bit of work to get here.  

In 2011 I got really sick. I found reprieve from family trauma in food (or lack of). I struggled a lot with identity. I lost myself for a long time. 

I changed shapes, tried to fit into moulds I wasn't made for. Reformed. Again and again.

And, years after experiencing the flaws of the health care system for people struggling with disordered eating and mental ill-health, I found my fire.

let's start at the very beginning

Health for me is far more than what you eat. Or how you move. It's how you think. It's who you surround yourself with. Health is not a destination but a constant journey. When I was sick, I was lost. I took many wrong turns and hit a lot of road blocks. 

I want to guide those who are struggling. I want to be a part of their journey.

I want to be the someone I needed when I was lost. 

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