Enigma / Alamy
For the greater part of my teenage years, I found comfort in throwing up. I would throw up, then binge eat and then forcibly throw up again. I never realised what I was slipping into. In fact, for the longest time, it didn't strike me that there is something definitely not right about wanting to puke all the time. And that's how I courted anorexia and bulimia nervosa.