My part-time dad but full-time inspiration.
When I was 15 I was a horrible little cow with an eating disorder who self-harmed, argued, cried and fought with pretty much everyone. I especially fought with my mum and I put my dad in the middle of it. To give everyone some peace I went away for the summer of my 16th birthday. Some friends of the family who we’d been vacationing with in Sweden offered to bring me to Spain where they...