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Such was my insatisfaction with something - something - that I discovered myself licking the bottom of a frying pan in which my flatmate had cooked bacon in. After a week without food, lapping at the remnants of her breakfast's cold, congested remains felt like consuming a Michelin-starred meal. On the street outside, bursting with hunger, I bought a takeaway, stuffing mouthfuls of Thai dumplings into my mouth before an explosion of shame that spit them into the bin, hoping no one was paying attention. It may seem that I was in the midst of an eating disorder, but in reality, like so many other women today, I had persuaded myself that everything I was doing was in the name of a healthier version of me.