ABSTRACT
Cause I’ve sat there and thought, ‘I am not going to give in. I am not going to go down to the biscuit tin’, so I’ve made myself a drink and I’ve sat there and I have visions of the biscuit tin and what’s in it and the longer I leave it, the stronger the urge gets. It’s as if the biscuit tin’s shouting, ‘What about me?’ (‘Lyndsay’, a pseudonym for an anorexic participant in a women’s eating disorders therapy group).
