Why It's So Hard To Talk About Male Anorexia

I led a toxic life as a teenager. But rather than the usual Strongbow binges, chain smoking, and shitty drugs, I was an anxious perfectionist, lacking in self-esteem and obsessed with a distorted image of my own body.

Between the ages of 13 and 15, anorexia nervosa controlled me, and until last summer I'd never told anyone about it. Five years after my darkest period (I'm 20 now), the admission lifted an incomprehensible weight off my shoulders.

Read more on Vice