Despite efforts to accept ourselves at any size and more realistic-looking models in advertisements, a large number of people worldwide suffer from eating disorders on a daily basis.
A Derbyshire lady who overcame anorexia has shared her experience in the hopes that it would support others experiencing similar difficulties.
Annie Windley weighed just 29 kg, or slightly more than four and a half stone, at her heaviest. She was in danger of having a heart attack because of her low weight.
The 21-year-old Woolley Moor resident has been battling anorexia for more than five years, during which time she has required extensive care, medical therapy, and multiple hospital stays. Annie, on the other hand, is in great shape and has recovered thanks to her passion of jogging. In October of last year, I ran the Chesterfield Half Marathon.
She said, “I had the happy awareness that the process of rehabilitation is amazing and should be exhilarating, remarkable, and amazing.
I suppose my anorexia will always be a part of me, even though I’ve learned to manage it and get over my obsession with eating. “It is never too late to make a positive change.”
Annie was first diagnosed with an eating disorder in 2012. When her recuperation finally began two years later, she faced numerous challenges, including being sectioned and experiencing uncontrollably rapid weight loss.
In October of 2017, I began battling more fiercely than I had ever done before; she went on, “I can’t say exactly what occurred, but this time, it was just for myself.”
The battle was amazing; every day was filled with agonizing emotions and remarkable bravery. I’m at my heaviest since 2014 after gaining three stone in the last four months.
Annie claims that she gained the realization that a person’s actions, their mannerisms toward others, and their degree of kindness matter more than their physical stature. According to her, these are the things that truly matter in life.
“These are the things that are essential to you and will bring you happiness.” Rather than organizing your entire day around eating or worrying about how to restrict, use that time to focus on something that matters to people.
Be a kind friend and daughter, make jokes, and engage in conversation with them. Exercise is typically believed to enhance mental health, and Annie is no different. Her passion for running gave her something to strive for, helped her heal, and kept her on course.
Her recuperation was aided by her participation in Chesterfield’s yearly half marathon. She ran the kilometers during her training, putting in a great deal of work and determination to complete the difficult course.
I use my morning run as an opportunity to remind myself of how fleeting and important life is. I can live a more flexible, free life now that I’m well.
I’m fortunate to have strong legs and a pounding heart, so I don’t waste time worrying about meals or watching calories. Exercise is a celebration of what your body is capable of, not a way to make up for what you ate.
“Pay attention to your desire to succeed and your excitement for where you want to go.” Annie claimed that all she had ever done was avoid meals like pizza and chocolate because the voices in her head turned them into numbers and percentage signs.
She has thankfully altered her viewpoint and offers guidance to those who have similar views.
There are bad days when you think recovery isn’t for you, feel “fat,” and lack the desire to eat. However, that is the very reason we have to continue.
We have to demonstrate to our disorders our ability to do so. We don’t want to spent our entire lives regretting and feeling sad about the things our anorexia prevented us from accomplishing.
Watch the video below to see her entire story:
Please share your thoughts in the comments below on her amazing adventure!
I Left My Son with My New Husband for a Work Trip – My Boy’s Audio Message Made Me Rush Home Immediately
I thought everything was fine at home while I was away on a work trip until a message from my 10-year-old son shattered that belief. In just a few words, he revealed how my husband had made him feel like an outsider, and I knew I had to act fast to protect my child.
I was three days into a work trip. Just three days. I should’ve been enjoying my time and focused on my meetings. But instead, I found myself booking the first flight home after hearing that message from Jake.
A woman in a hotel lobby | Source: Midjourney
Everything had seemed fine at first. Our family wasn’t perfect, but we were happy, or so I thought. Jake, my eldest, was from my first marriage. He was ten now, a bright kid with a love for drawing and adventure.
Tommy, who was six, was from my marriage to Mark. The two boys got along like real brothers, always playing and laughing together. I never saw a problem.
Two boys playing together | Source: Midjourney
Each night, I would FaceTime the boys. They’d show me their drawings, tell me about their day, and I’d laugh along with them. Mark, my husband of seven years, was at home taking care of them. I trusted him. He’d always been great with Tommy. And I thought he was good with Jake, too.
Well, one regular evening, Jake sent me an audio message. His sweet voice filled the silence of my hotel room.
A boy talking on his phone in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, Mom. Today was good. Tommy and I played outside. Oh, and Tommy and Dad finished their food first, and then I got to eat what was left. Dad says it’s normal, and I should be okay with it. But, um, I think it was kinda weird. Was it?”
I stopped breathing. Played the message again. Leftovers? My 10-year-old son was eating leftovers? Why? And why would Mark say that was okay?
A shocked woman with her phone in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
I called Jake right away. He answered on the second ring, his voice light, not a care in the world.
“Hey, Mom!”
“Hey, sweetie,” I tried to keep my voice calm. “Can you tell me again about dinner?”
“Yeah,” Jake said. “Tommy and Dad ate first. He said it was their special time. Then Dad said I could have the rest. He said I could eat with my real dad if I wanted more time with him. But it’s fine, Mom. It’s no big deal.”
A boy watching his father and brother eat | Source: Midjourney
No big deal? My heart ached. How could Mark say something like that to Jake? How could he make my son feel like he didn’t belong?
“I’ll be home soon, Jake,” I said, trying to keep the anger from my voice. “Okay? I’ll be home.”
Jake was quiet for a moment. “Okay, Mom. See you soon.”
A concerned woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t think twice. As soon as Jake hung up, my mind was made up. My son needed me, and I had to get home. My job, the meetings, the deadlines — they all seemed so insignificant compared to this.
I booked the next available flight without hesitation. My hands were shaking as I packed my bag, thinking about Jake sitting at the table, eating leftovers while Mark and Tommy enjoyed their dinner together. How could Mark do that to him? How could he make Jake feel like he didn’t belong in his own home?
A boy eating leftovers | Source: Midjourney
My mind went back, looking for any signs of previous mistreatment. Had Mark ever hinted that he didn’t see Jake as his own? Had he ever made Jake feel like a stranger in our home?
Mark had always been a great dad to Tommy. I watched him play with Tommy for hours, teaching him how to ride a bike or helping him with homework.
A man playing with his son | Source: Midjourney
When I first met Mark, he embraced my situation. He knew I had Jake from my first marriage, and he stepped into our lives without hesitation. It wasn’t always easy blending a family, but we made it work.
He seemed like the perfect stepfather to Jake, too. Sure, it was different—Jake wasn’t his biological son—but I never thought Mark would treat him any less than a part of our family. Or, at least, until now.
A man teaching his son to ride a bike | Source: Midjourney
“Mom, is it normal that I only got to eat what was left?”
How could he do this?
When I landed the next day, my stomach was in knots. I needed to see Jake, to hold him, to make sure he was okay. But I also needed answers from Mark.
Would he even understand how badly he had hurt my son?
A concerned dark-haired woman in an airport | Source: Midjourney
When I got home, I was determined. I walked in, and there were Jake and Tommy playing on the floor, just like normal. Jake’s face lit up when he saw me.
“Mom! You’re back early!” he said, running over to hug me.
I held him close, my heart breaking a little. “Yeah, sweetie, I missed you too much.”
Mark was in the kitchen, and when he saw me, he looked surprised. “You’re back already?” His tone was casual, like nothing had happened.
A man cooking | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t respond. Not yet. I had a plan.
That evening, I made dinner — Jake’s favorite meal: spaghetti and meatballs. I didn’t ask Mark to help. I didn’t say anything to him at all. I just focused on my boys, making sure Jake and Tommy knew they were loved.
“Dinner’s ready!” I called, setting the table. Jake and Tommy ran over, excited. I served them both big portions, making sure Jake got his plate first. The three of us sat down, and I started eating with them, smiling and chatting about their day.
A woman having breakfast with her two sons | Source: Midjourney
Mark stood by the table, waiting. At first, he didn’t seem to notice that I hadn’t made him a plate. He just stood there, watching us eat.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “Where’s mine?”
I looked up at him calmly. “Oh, I thought you could have some special time with your food after we’re done. Just like you did with Jake.”
His face changed. He frowned, confusion spreading across it. “What? That’s different.”
A woman talking to her husband in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I shook my head, keeping my voice steady. “Is it? Because this is exactly what you did to Jake.”
Mark stood there, staring at me, trying to figure out what to say. He looked down at the table, realizing I wasn’t going to budge. I let the silence stretch for a moment, giving him time to think.
“You made Jake feel like he wasn’t part of this family,” I said quietly but firmly. “That’s not okay. Not ever.”
A man standing in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Mark’s frustration was clear, but he didn’t argue. He sat down, and I handed him a plate with the leftover spaghetti. He didn’t say much, but I could tell he knew I was serious.
After dinner, once the boys were in bed, I sat down with Mark. I wasn’t angry anymore — just tired and disappointed. He needed to understand the damage he’d done, and I needed him to hear me.
A woman having a serious talk with her husband | Source: Midjourney
“Look,” he started, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I just wanted to spend time with Tommy. Jake has his own dad, you know? I figured it’d be good for him to bond with his dad when he’s with him.”
I shook my head. “That’s not how this works, Mark. Jake lives here. He’s part of this family. When you married me, you married into this family, and that includes Jake. You don’t get to treat him like he’s second-best just because he has another dad.”
A man looking to his side | Source: Midjourney
Mark looked away, his jaw clenched. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
“I know you didn’t, but you did,” I replied softly. “You made him feel like he doesn’t belong here. That’s not something he should ever feel in his own home.”
He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I didn’t think about it like that. I just thought—”
“You thought wrong,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Jake is your son too. Maybe not by blood, but in every other way, he’s yours. If you can’t see that, then we have a problem.”
A serious woman talking to her husband in their living room | Source: Midjourney
Mark was silent for a long time. I could see him processing what I’d said, but I didn’t let him off the hook.
“If you ever make Jake feel like he’s not part of this family again, we’re done. No warnings. No second chances. You treat both boys equally, or you don’t treat either of them at all.”
He finally nodded, the weight of my words sinking in. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I understand.”
A shot of a serious dark-haired woman | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, I watched from the kitchen as Mark made breakfast. He scrambled eggs for both boys, setting the table for all three of them. Tommy was his usual bubbly self, but I could see Mark making an effort with Jake, asking him about his drawings, trying to include him in the conversation.
A man cooking breakfast | Source: Midjourney
It was a small start, but it was something. Trust would take time to rebuild, but for now, it seemed like Mark understood what was at stake.
I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. But I was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, things would get better.
A family having breakfast | Source: Midjourney
Liked this story? Consider checking out this one: After a week away, I came home to the strange and unsettling sight of my kids sleeping on the cold hallway floor. Heart pounding, I searched for answers, only to find my husband missing and odd noises coming from the kids’ room. What I uncovered next left me furious — and ready for a fight!
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Leave a Reply