I developed anorexia at EIGHT, shrunk to just 4st 8oz and tried to take my own life five times – but my girlfriend saved me
Lauren-Leigh Richardson, 22, from Edinburgh, claims finding love helped her to recover
LAUREN-LEIGH Richardson first developed anorexia when she was just eight years old - and it was the start of a devastating 13-year battle with the illness, which led to her attempting suicide multiple times.
Now the 22-year-old, from Edinburgh, Scotland, has shared her story in a bid to encourage other sufferers to realise things can change and they can recover.
My obsession with being thin began when I was just eight years old. I was getting undressed to get into the bath when I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was horrified at the reflection looking back at me.
The size of my stomach and thighs repulsed me and when I looked down at my toes, I was disgusted at how much my tummy stuck out.
If I think I’m fat, what on earth do others think? I thought.
I realised that if I reduced the amount I ate, I’d lose weight. It became my new mission, all while hiding it from my family and friends.
At the dinner table, I became skilled at hiding food down my sleeves and in my pockets. I also stored it in a large brown envelope, which I hid at the bottom of my wardrobe. If I had to eat, I’d run up to my bedroom and throw it all back up into plastic bin bags.
By the time I was 12, my anorexia started becoming very apparent to the people around me - and also to myself. I always wanted to be athletic and have an athlete’s physique, so by this point I was also exercising.
My weight was dropping at an alarming rate and my family, including my twin sister, Jodie-Leigh, were concerned. We weren’t identical, but people still made comparisons about our looks. I realise now it must have looked extremely odd me standing next to my beautiful, strong and healthy twin sister.
But it wasn’t my sister’s fault I had issues with my body image. It was all in my own head.
I thought I was fat and would be happier if I was skinny.
In 2012, when I was 15, I did a school project on eating disorders. The women in the photos were skeletal and in the grips of a serious mental illness. I knew they were at risk of dying, but I didn’t care. Instead, I looked at their bodies and fantasised about being just like them.
I continued to reduce my food intake, lied to my mum Joanne about what I’d already eaten each day, and hid food in my pockets or pushed it around my plate. I survived on herbal teas or black coffee with sweeteners, or chewing gum and sugar-free mints.
When I was 16, my mum dragged me to the doctors and I was officially diagnosed with having anorexia nervosa.
I was 5ft 4ins and weighed 7st.
I had to admit, hearing the words was scary and I worked hard to get better. I tried to eat more and stop exercising so much, but I just couldn’t keep the demons in my head away. I started resisting eating again until I was so weak and frail that I was admitted to hospital in January 2013.
The nurses put a chicken sandwich in front of me and wouldn’t leave my side until I’d finished it. I went from eating 200 calories a day to a strict diet of 1,800 calories, eating breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Then in the April, I was admitted once again and sectioned under the mental health act.
It took until September before I had gained enough weight and was allowed to be discharged.
In 2014, when I was 18, the eating disorder gripped me like never before. I tried taking my life three times, which led me to move in with my dad and step-mum.
They did everything in their power to help me recover and I started eating more bit by bit. I managed to restore my weight and although I was physically well, mentally I wasn’t, and I tried taking my own life yet again.
In 2015, I took a leap and moved seven hours away from home to work as an outdoor activity leader.
But I relapsed. Little did I know this relapse nearly cost me my life – this time I hit an all-time low. I weighed just 4st 8lbs and was a dress size zero.
I was admitted to hospital where doctors discovered that, alongside being severely malnourished and an extremely low weight, I was severely dehydrated. They put me on a drip and told me if I hadn't been treated that day, I could have died.
My parents were fighting against doctors to have me sectioned as I was too ill to function, and I was deteriorating by the day.
Because of my long-term emaciation, I started binging, which meant my weight gain was rapid - I despised myself, so I turned to another eating disorder.
I was binging before my 9am therapy appointments and then purging at the centre where I attended them.
I would then binge again when I left and purge in Cafe Nero before heading to the gym - where I spent two hours on the treadmill to burn any calories I hadn’t managed to purge.
In 2017, I started restricting food again and found myself back to square one with anorexia. Then in July that year, I tried to take my own life again.
When I came around I was on the living room floor surrounded by paramedics – one of them had injected me with an adrenaline shot.
I had attempted suicide again and this time, it was the closest I’d got to actually "succeeding".
Afterwards, I was deemed unsafe to be in public, so I was admitted to another inpatient unit where I stayed for a few weeks before being discharged.
What is anorexia?
- Anorexia is an eating disorder and serious mental health condition.
- People mainly try to keep their weight as low as possible by not eating enough or exercising to excess.
- Sufferers often have a distorted body image and can think theyare fateven when they're underweight.
- Both men and women can suffer from the condition and it most often starts in the mid-teens.
- Signs someone could be suffering from anorexia include missing meals and eating very little, taking medication to reduce hunger, periods stopping, hair loss or dizziness.
- Health risks include problems with muscles and bones, fertility problems, an irregular heartbreat and even seizures.
I carried on living my days under the grip of my mental illness. But in November 2017 I met Hannah-Parker Fuller, 23, on Tinder.
That’s when everything changed.
I’d come out to my parents when I was 18 and found myself being really open with her.
Hannah, who lived in Durham, and I started chatting and there was just something about her that made me feel good – something I hadn’t truly felt for as long as I could remember.
I found myself being really open with Hannah and I started telling her about my struggles. I couldn’t believe it when she didn’t judge me.
We met in person and she was even more incredible than I imagined. It wasn’t long before I realised I was falling in love with her and, to my surprise, she felt the same.
We became an item and I realised it was time to stop restricting food for good. I was not prepared to sacrifice what we had for anorexia.
Hannah never tried to fix me, she just supported, motivated and inspired me to be my best self, and still does to this day. Falling in love with Hannah has ultimately saved my life.
Since then, I have been gaining weight steadily by eating healthy, balanced meals and snacks, and I’ve fallen in love with the gym to discover fitness. I now weigh just over nine stone and wear a dress size 8-10.
I’m starting a health, fitness and exercise course at college and I’d like to go to university one day. It’s my dream to be a PE teacher.
I can honestly say I now love the way I look. I have my bad days, but I’ve learnt a lot about self-love and wear a smile on my face every single day. Hannah has helped show me that food is not the enemy and that it’s okay to eat what you want, when you want.
I want to tell others suffering with anorexia that recovery is possible. Anorexia won’t be happy until you’re dead.
It may act like a best friend but it is not. It is the enemy. There is a life outside of anorexia – I’m proof.
You are beautiful, and you don’t have to be a number or a measurement. Thanks to being open and honest, and receiving love and support, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I refuse to let anorexia control my life any more.
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