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 money to recognition. I'm a human chasm, a vortex of insatiable longing.' Rescued from a disorder that nearly killed her, Emma is now passionate about warning others about the dark and hidden world she inhabited for too long. Harrowing, heart-breaking, human and humourous, this book will grip you from start to finish.
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 money to recognition. I'm a human chasm, a vortex of insatiable longing.' Rescued from a disorder that nearly killed her, Emma is now passionate about warning others about the dark and hidden world she inhabited for too long. Harrowing, heart-breaking, human and humourous, this book will grip you from start to finish.
