March 24, 2005 - May 16, 2013.
“I keep asking to go out with the wig at night, but they insist there’s no way. They won’t let me go partying with it on! I would be killed on the spot. It’s silly to say, but when I take the wig off at the end of the day, I’m rather disappointed when I look in the mirror.”
“Dear Diary, I’m 16, I weigh 16.5 stone and I live in Lincolnshire. My interests include music, vegging out and finding a fit boy - oh, scratch that, any boy, to quench my ever-growing horn. Unfortunately, I already have a lover that makes me look pregnant: Food. But there’s a difference between snacking and binging and I - don’t - binge - anymore. And if anyone ever finds this diary and reads it and comes to the conclusion that I’m crazy… they’d be spot on.”