One of the things I take great pride in is that I am so ambitious. I try to excel at everything I do and I certainly expect no less of myself: getting straight As at university, blogging every other day on my Dutch blog, and writing weekly on Beauty Is Not a Number.
The last thing I expected from my anorexia was that it would bring me something good. After all, it had ruined my health and who I was, and the worst of all was the impact it had had on other people — people I love. I was right not to expect anything from my anorexia, but I was wrong to underestimate myself, my ambitions, and my desire to help other people, incited precisely by the thing I despised most.