I remember a time when I stopped buying food that I thought was bad, knowing that I couldn’t keep it in the house without eating it – or thinking about eating it.

I would buy say a bag of potato chips, serve myself just a small amount and put the rest in the pantry. But then it felt like the pantry was calling me, the chips were saying ‘eat me’, I couldn’t leave the rest of the bag.

What does freedom look like to you?

If you weren't thinking about what to eat, when to eat, worried about what you looked like, whether you were good enough (hint: you already are). If you were to break away from dieting, from checking the scale each day and letting the number control your calorie intake or your mood, from your guilt around eating things you think are ‘bad’ for you, what would life look like?