By Tina McGuff
Tina McGuff’s existence used to be excellent – or so she suggestion. residing in Dundee along with her committed mom and dad and 3 more youthful sisters, she used to be a cheerful, fit, and assured 13-year-old. yet all that modified in a single scary act of revenge, and Tina’s global collapsed in a single day. Terrified, misplaced, and burdened, she became to the single factor she proposal she may well control—food. And so all started the largest struggle of her existence. Tina’s life-or-death fight with anorexia is informed with devastating honesty during this outstanding account of a lady at struggle with herself. via her years out and in of psychiatric wards, Tina takes us to a couple of the darkest locations of the brain. yet finally her braveness, conviction, and sheer choice win out. It took Tina seconds to snap and an entire life to recover—but this present day, as a passionate campaigner for psychological wellbeing and fitness, she resides evidence that there's constantly a cause to wish that someday, issues gets better.
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I didn’t mind – I wasn’t in any rush to go to school. But the next day, when I went to the corner shop to get my penny toffees, the shop owner stopped me. ’ he asked. ‘No, I don’t read the papers,’ I told him. ’ And so, out of curiosity, and because of the reporter’s visit, I bought that day’s Daily Record and ran home with it under my arm. Once safe inside the house, I opened it and right there on the inside page was the headline: Unkindest Cut – Beautiful Wife Attacks Husband With Knife. Underneath was a photo of my mum, smiling, her hair flicked back around her fine features, Farrah Fawcett style.
We had no money to run the electric so, as night time crept in earlier and earlier, we got used to living in darkness. Not only were there times when we had no electric, but we could never afford to put the hot water on and had to wash in freezing water. Shampoo was a luxury we could barely afford and would either use a bar of soap or washing up liquid to wash our hair, which became matted. Toilet roll was also something that was classed as a luxury and we often had to use newspaper. We were so ashamed of the way our lives had become and felt very degraded and small.
My lip started to quiver and I just put my tray down, turned and walked out of the dining room. The laughter was still ringing in my ears as I slammed into the toilets and bolted the door so I could cry on my own. By the time lunch was over, I’d more or less pulled myself together but the taunts went on all day long – the sideways glances, the sniggers and the pointing fingers. I’d not been in the school long enough to make any close friends so there was nobody I could confide in, and the teachers didn’t make any special effort to talk to me.