The face of anorexia is not a glossy model in a perfume ad. It’s a starving animal, circling the empty cupboards, blank-eyed and vacant. It’s a face frozen in a rictus grin, mouthing lies. ‘I’m fine,’ it says. ‘Everything is under control.’
‘I have always felt hungry,’ says Emma Scrivener. ‘Not just for food, but for everything: from ...
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