The following recovery story was written for the EDFV Newsletter Spread Your Wings , by a volunteer with the Foundation.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I thin and beautiful?"

"No. You are so fat and unattractive. Take a close look at those curves. Your stomach, your legs, your thighs, your body has fat dripping all over and trust me, you are far from being thin, beautiful and drop-dead gorgeous."

"The mirror is honest. I'm so overweight. I'll never be happy until l lose more weight."

Every time I glanced into the mirror, all I could see was a reflection of this girl who was fat, ugly, unsuccessful and a failure at everything. She was insecure, depressed and in overwhelming emotional pain. Bulimia was her only best friend. It offered her comfort and support in times of desperate need. Only it was a friend which took over her life and turned it into a mockery. Yes! That girl was me.

My journey on the rollercoaster with Bulimia all began in the second year of my university life. Here's the story!

The following article features Kellie, who has recovered from an eating disorder and is an EDFV Media Liaison Representative.

I know why it happened now. I enjoyed my childhood so much that I wanted things to stay the same. Around the time the bulimia started, a group of close family friends moved interstate. We'd been on holidays together, shared Christmases and birthdays. They were like brothers and sisters to me and it was a shock when they left. Dad changed jobs too, and I felt I was losing everything familiar.

Having suffered and recovered from bulimia, I now see my illness as being an incredibly positive experience in my life; possibly the most positive experience. But let me start from the beginning.

To help me get my message across to other people with an eating disorder that recovery is possible, I find that it is necessary for me to be brutally frank about my own situation and the events which led to my illness.