Lauryn Lax, 26, was dying from anorexia until some strangers intervened…
Looking around the kitchen of my friend Louise’s home, my eyes filled with tears of joy. I was surrounded by my dearest friends; I call them my angels, but when they first intervened in my life, I hardly knew them. There were eight of them, ranging in age from their thirties to sixties – Louise Grant, Susie Bateman, Judith Hill and Tanya Bell, and four men: Fields Stringfellow, Johnny Phelps, Andy Clausen and Bob Johnson.
Bob had greeted me with a warm fatherly hug as I arrived for dinner. They had invited me around to celebrate my recovery and reunion – it was in spring 2014.
“You are looking so good,’’ came the chorus of voices. “So healthy!’’ Susie smiled. They were rejoicing in my appearance because only a year back I was a bag of skin and bones. Weighing just 35kg, I had developed a heart condition and was on the point of death.
I had always been facing weightrelated issues after I started suffering from anorexia when I was 10. It began when a friend told me boys liked girls who were pretty and thin.
Although I was not overweight, I remember a popular girl at school asking me how much I weighed when I was 10 and that set me worrying about my weight. I thought if I made myself thinner, I would be more attractive and so began subtly going on a diet – cutting out junk food like pizza and sweets completely. I quickly began to lose weight. I also began to get obsessive about exercising to stay lean, and that’s when I started wasting away.
Six months later, at Christmas, my parents realised something was very wrong. Not only had I lost a lot of weight, but I had become withdrawn and moody.
My younger brother Jared, now 24, and sister Ashley, 22, didn’t have any such issues and Mum and Dad tried to help me and encourage me to eat.
However, so obsessed did I become about my weight and convinced that