Today and many other days, I have been rushing to work following dropping my child at holiday clubs only to find men waiting for me and telling me I parked in correctly. When I dare to argue back, or stand up for myself I am personally attacked, I need the exercise, I’m fat, I’m the reason they have gyms, I must not be getting it. This is something that to many is normal, to many it would mean nothing, but to someone who faced a eating disorder, and still struggles with disordered eating these words are the difference between health and death.
