This is not a short post. In fact it's pretty bloody long. Try condensing a six year story of mental illness into a couple of paragraphs, it's quite impossible. So grab a cuppa and a bikkie and I invite you to read, and hopefully learn, about a very poignant time in my life. From the age 18 to 23 I battled with anorexia. An illness that is slowly coming out of the woodwork and being talked about more and more. Now I know talking about it is not going to cure it but it will at least help lift the taboo. So this is my contribution to the wider conversation. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
In the lead up to Christmas I am met with one reccuring question, "What is a typical feed at a Lebo Christmas?" I have been lucky enough to experience five years of larger than life Lebanese style Christmas's in Oz since marrying into my extended family. In the 22 years before that my Christmas's were very much of the British variety featuring a turkey, carol singing, board games, Love Actually and of course a stack of cherished and loving memories.