She recovered, but for decades afterward it was a tenuous version of recovery, holding just steady enough to avoid another cycle of downward spirals. Thank you so much to NetGalley and 4th Estate, an imprint of HarperCollins, for the opportunity to read this book.Freeman was barely a teenager when she developed anorexia, and she spent the next few years in and out of-mostly in-hospital. I genuinely didn’t understand what was happening to me, and nor, it often seemed, did anyone else.Ĭontent warnings include mention of addiction, attempted suicide, death by suicide, eating disorders, mental health and self harm. That’s what I remember perhaps most of all: the loneliness.

(Pun purely accidental but now my brain can’t come up with an alternative.) When we’re only looking for a specific presentation of something, we’re likely to miss more than we see. Eating disorders, much life like itself, aren’t one size fits all. Hadley’s experience was so different to my own and pretty much everything I’ve ever read about eating disorders. He was right about that, but pretty much nothing else he told me about anorexia turned out to be correct: why I had it, what it felt like, or what life would be like when I was in so-called recovery. I had developed, the doctor said, anorexia nervosa. Hadley stopped eating when she was fourteen and spent several years living in psychiatric wards. But this book reminded me that Hadley’s story could have very easily been my own. That’s not to say that disordered eating didn’t follow me into my adult life. I was lucky enough to stumble upon the right book at the right time, something that allowed me to change some of my eating habits before the slope got too slippery. Although never officially diagnosed, I absolutely had one at the time. I have read about eating disorders since I was an early teen. There are just so many possibilities when you open yourself up to accompanying someone as they do life in their own unique way, even if you only meet one another within the pages. You are given the opportunity to see your struggles in a new light and may discover new ways to cope, survive and maybe even thrive. Other times they invite you into a world that’s unlike what you’ve known. Sometimes they make you feel seen through shared lived experience. Anorexia was in some ways like a security blanket for me because it allowed me to hide from the world, it provided structure and rules, and there was always one simple right answer: don’t eat.

Good Girls by Hadley Freeman