Anorexia: a mother reflects
Stella
21 Jan 2007
n a sweltering evening in July 2005 I sat at the end of my daughter Kitty’s bed, holding a milkshake made from a cup of Hagen-Dazs coffee ice-cream and a cup of whole milk. Kitty shivered, wrapped in a thick quilt. ‘Here’s your milkshake,’ I said,... read more...
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