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The truth about sex after kids

When sex - or the lack of it - becomes the elephant in the room.
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I’m going to talk about it today. You know, the elephant in the room.

I’m just going to go right ahead and blurt it out – before I got married my sex life was all like “Whoa, Cowboy, leave your boots on and make like we’re in a rodeo”, but post babies it became more like “Woe is me, this is friggin’ pathetic”.

I used to hear people make jokes about sex after marriage and I always swore that that would never be me. I love sex. Sex is fun.

It relieves stress, it gets the blood flowing and binds you to your partner so they’re much less irritating, plus it feels damn good.

So, why did my married sex-life become the epitome of these jokes?

Where did the mornings of languorous lie-ins coupled with coupling go? What happened to the wild abandon on the dinner table, kitchen bench or lounge room floor?

You really want to know? Here it is (if you don’t have children, stop reading here. Children are awesome and they bring much joy to your life – Go forth. Breed.)

I was tired … too tired for anything other than spooning, certainly no forking.

During the night I would be up at midnight, then two, three and 4am, and again at 5am and then I was up for good by 6.30am. I could have fit in a quickie if I wasn’t desperately trying to catch two minutes more sleep (average time of married-with-small-children morning sex – FACT)

We could kiss the morning coitus farewell because until I was showered and caffeined I was a zombie and no one wants to bone a zombie, except, perhaps, optimistic fellow zombies, but I just gave him ‘the look’ and we all got the picture.

Sometimes during the day I would think ‘tonight’s the night’. I wanted to do it. I really did.

Sex is a fantastic way to connect with your partner and prove that you are still a sexy, sexual being and not a just a sexless Stepford Mumbot, but then 5.30pm rolled around and, although the spirit may have been willing, the body was weak.

Washing, feed, sleep, tidy, play, feed, sleep.

Folding, feed, sleep, tidy, play with toddler, feed, sleep.

Tidying, yell at toddler, tidying, sleep, feed, big glass of wine.

Kids to bed, dinner, tidy, bed.

Are you asleep yet? Are you horny, baby?

There is no spontaneity because there is bugger all time for it.

No nookie on the dining table because I would have no doubt ended up with a toy plane or a baby fork jammed where the sun don’t shine, and frankly, I don’t know how you come back from that trip to the emergency room.

Kitchen counter?

Much the same but add the fact that we had moved to suburbia and any number of neighbours could have looked in and see me in flagranté, as the beast with two backs…that would be awkward over-the-fence conversation, no?

I didn’t feel at all like a mewling sex kitten, but suspiciously more like a mooing dairy cow. It’s really hard to feel all va-va-va-voom when your boobs get all Niagara at the drop of a hat.

According to urban mythology ladies peak sexually at age 40, so I was fast approaching my prime.

I had been in this predicament before, after the birth of my first child….and you know the only way I got over it?

Get on it, to put it indelicately.

I set the challenge for a week of nookie. Seven times in seven days (gasp)

We may not quite have pulled it off (pardon the pun), but it made me start thinking about sex more.

The first couple of roll arounds were a bit of a chore, but then I got in the swing of things. Mojo builds mojo, if only you can muster the mojo to get the mojo rolling.

In the meantime, whilst we await the elusive mojo, anyone for a spoon?

Danielle Colley

*Danielle Colley is a writer, blogger and mum. She is a regular contributor to The Weekly and other online and print publications.

You can see more of Danielle on her blog, Keeping Up With The Holsbys, or her Facebook page facebook.com/keepingupwiththeholsbys.*

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The danger of telling girls they’re pretty

When we tell a little girl she is “beautiful”, are we dishing out a harmless compliment or destroying 
her self-esteem? Susan Horsburgh investigates.

Teetering on plastic high heels, resplendent in a scratchy polyester princess dress, my four-year-old twirls around the living room through the closing credits of a Barbie movie, with minimal grace but maximum gusto. “Do I look fablius?” she asks – and I feel like a feminist (and linguistic) failure of a mother.

If I was doing a halfway decent job 
of “empowering” my daughter, she’d probably be climbing a tree or collecting tadpoles. Instead, she’s striking a pose with a tutu slung under her belly and peanut butter smeared across her face, wondering whether she’s “bootiful”.

And, of course, she is – she’s my baby, in all her pudgy-limbed deliciousness – but why is she even asking? After only four years steeped in this beauty-obsessed society, has she already decided that a woman’s value is essentially decorative? That her appearance is fair game for public judgment?

Like a lot of mothers, I tell my three girls they’re beautiful (and kind and clever and funny) because I think they are, but also because I hope it might sink in and inoculate them against the onslaught 
of modern marketing; I figure the world will tell them all too soon where they supposedly fall short, so the praise is
a sort of pre-emptive strike.

Yet some experts in the parenting brigade insist 
that telling a girl she’s beautiful only damages her self-esteem and sets her 
up for body-image issues.

One Huffington Post writer argues that we must resist the automatic urge to remark on a little girl’s clothes/curls/cuteness: “Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age five and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23.”

Another offers this advice: “How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.”

And perhaps that’s a fair call.

I would never say anything about weight – theirs or anyone else’s – in front of my girls, but does that mean all comments about their attractiveness are out of bounds, too? Not necessarily, according to clinical psychologist Dr Vivienne Lewis.

“We can become too careful and then we end up not giving our daughters 
any compliments whatsoever,” says 
Dr Lewis, who has penned a self-help book for mothers and daughters, Positive Bodies: Loving the Skin You’re In.

“There’s nothing wrong – actually it’s very positive – for 
a mother to say, ‘You’re gorgeous’ or ‘You’re beautiful’, because it doesn’t just mean aesthetically. If you love somebody, you naturally see them as beautiful.”

The key is balance.

Along with flattering comments about a girl’s appearance, there should be praise for her character and abilities, says Dr Lewis – because “if people only compliment you on your looks, 
you can feel like you haven’t got anything else going for you”.

While some girls revel in the attention, Dr Lewis counsels others, including teen models, who find it oppressive. 


“It can make them more anxious about their appearance,” she says, “because they feel pressured to maintain that look: ‘That’s what people compliment me on and that’s what people expect. What would happen if I wasn’t wearing make-up or if I gained a few kilos?’”

As a girl’s number-one role model, a mum can mean the difference between a sturdy self-image or a fragile one, depending on how kind she is to herself – so you can tell your daughter she’s good-looking all you like, but if you’re bemoaning the size of your backside on a semi-daily basis, she’s pretty much destined to do the same thing.

“They tend to copy, so if Mum is constantly dieting or self-conscious about her looks, they think, if there’s something wrong with Mum’s body, there must be something wrong with mine because 
I came from her,” says Dr Lewis.

“If Mum 
is saying, ‘I’m fat’ or ‘ugly’, it teaches girls 
to put themselves down. [They learn that] that’s the way women talk about their bodies, that women need to be dieting and watching their weight.”

So don’t mention dieting to your daughters – oh, but make sure you teach them about healthy eating and exercise. (Don’t you love the potential booby-traps of parenting?) Dr Lewis admits it’s tricky, but mothers need to respect their bodies and “speak nicely” about them.

“It’s about being comfortable with your body, so if you’re going on a beach holiday, it’s being okay with being in your bathers,” she says. “And it’s hard because mothers have their own hang-ups that come from their own mothers.”

If the number of sarong-wearing mums staying out of the water at pool parties is any indication, it’s obvious that many of us will just have to fake body confidence for the sake of our daughters.

Because the stakes are high.

Recent studies have shown that children as young as three can develop a negative body image simply by absorbing messages from their parents and siblings. Body dissatisfaction creeps in early, with 40 to 50 per cent of primary school children saying they’re unhappy with the way they look. Three-quarters of high-school girls feel “fat” and want to lose weight, while 90 per cent of 12- to 17-year-olds are on some type of diet.

Butterfly Foundation chief Christine Morgan says children as young as seven are being admitted to hospital with eating disorders in Australia, which means that parents have to act.

In her opinion, though, telling girls they’re beautiful isn’t the problem – unless the compliment is linked to her physique.

“‘Gosh, you’ve lost 
10 kilos, aren’t you beautiful?’ or ‘Wow, you’ve got a skinny waist and no bum’ – that’s danger territory,” she warns.

“Beauty is much more than our size and shape. It’s an engaging personality, a shine to your hair, a gorgeous smile, the way you live your life.”

Parents do face a conundrum, though: we tell our kids that looks don’t matter, even as all evidence points to the contrary.

“The reality is we do live in a society where appearance counts,” says Christine.

“We know it, but we don’t want them to buy into it. That’s the real challenge as parents. What I’m discovering is that we need to take the conversation further.”

Dishing out platitudes to your daughter isn’t enough because they are undone by almost every billboard, music video and celebrity magazine – or even by a thoughtless comment from an unreconstructed uncle. Children see the world in black and white, says Christine, so their notion of beauty needs to be broadened – or else they’ll end up waging a war they can never win.

“When beauty is defined by shape 
and size, you can never get there because you’re always fighting your genetic predisposition,” she says. “You’re inviting people to value you according to where you are on the scales, and last time I checked, that didn’t make you a good 
or bad person … But kids believe that, unless I look the right way, I’m not going to be successful.”

Parents need to teach their children media literacy, says Christine, so kids know that celebrity legs are electronically slimmed down and models’ pimples are airbrushed out. Unrealistic media images have power and the only way to dilute that power is to expose them, again and again, for the illusions that they are.

“By all means, tell your children they’re beautiful, but don’t have a shorthand conversation,” says Christine.

“Explain what it is. And continue to have that conversation, to reinforce what you 
want them to understand as your 
concept of beauty.”

In other words, feel free to delight in the sight of your child. If our daughters could only see themselves through our eyes, perhaps they would understand how imperfectly exquisite they actually are. Maybe then they could stop worrying about their looks – and start cultivating the qualities that last so much longer.

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How to break up with a friend

You were once inseparable but now that loving feeling has gone. Do you need to know how to break up with a friend?
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Jennifer Linney knows what it’s like to a have a toxic friend. Jennifer and Annie been friends for two years and Annie was Jennifer’s bridesmaid. They were inseparable for a time but somewhere along the way Jennifer stopped enjoying Annie’s company.

“She had gone through a separation not that long before I met her and as a result was extremely needy and insecure. I was very much her ‘crutch’ for a long time, but it got to the point where she wasn’t helping herself and I was exhausted with trying to help her.”

The friends moved interstate together and quickly shared the same group of friends, but shortly after Annie had caused issues with Jennifer’s friends.

“It wasn’t long before she had slept her way through the guys and caused rifts with many of the girls. It was really hard as I didn’t want to leave her out, but she just approached things the wrong way and didn’t care about the consequences of any of her thoughtless or careless actions. She was extremely self-centered and selfish.”

After one too many dramas interrupting their fun friendship, Jennifer was reaching the end of her patience with her narcissistic friend and a heated text-a-tete spelled the end of an era.

“She was having yet another drama one night and wanted me to go around. I said no and she responded by saying she would contact a ‘real’ friend. I just about exploded. I had put my whole marriage and social circle on the line for her and she had no appreciation or consideration for me whatsoever. I told her that was fine and never to contact me again.”

Jennifer has never looked back or regretted her decision in fact, she wishes she’d done it sooner.

Not all friendships are forever enduring, but what to do when you see the writing on the wall can be a cause for dismay. Knowing whether to confront the issue head on and potentially cause disruption to social circles or cause hurt to another person is a tough decision so many people do nothing or let it gradually fade.

Kirsten Burns has a long history with her friend, Alicia, but their current status quo is one of disharmony. That said, a break-up between the ladies would spell a break-up for their entire families.

“We see each other really often … kids and husbands, the whole shebang,” tells Kirsten. “My husband thinks I should just keep the peace and leave things as they are.”

Letting sleeping dogs lie is a simple solution, but if it involves a compromise of your true feelings it may not be worth it just to “keep the peace.”

“She’s super argumentative when it’s not really socially appropriate. She often leaves people saying ‘Okay might be time to go,’” tells Kirsten. “I like that she’s strong willed but I feel like she and I aren’t evolving in the same direction. Like she hasn’t changed her opinions since 1998 and is scathing of other people I’m friends with.”

Arguments aside, Kirsten feels she will hang in there to save her friend’s feelings.

“I don’t want to hurt her I’d rather just keep playing along,” she tells.

Walking away from a friendship is much the same as walking away from a lover, and knowing if it has truly run its course can be difficult but relationship counsellor Clinton Power of Clinton Power and Associates believes there are some obvious signs.

“A friendship has run its course when you longer have a desire to spend time with your friend. Of course, if you are in a toxic or destructive friendship where you constantly feel belittled, put down, attacked, abused or manipulated this is also a sign that your friendship needs to end.”

If you have decided the friendship is finished doing a “phantom”and simply disappearing in a puff of smoke, or fading out of their life, is not the most mature way to handle it.

“Unfriending or not returning calls is a cowardly way to end a friendship, particularly if this is a long-term friendship and have many years,” says Clinton.

“Be clear and direct with your friend that things have changed for you. You’re moving in a different direction, you want different things out of life and you no longer want to invest as much time in the friendship.

“Make sure you use “I” statements and take responsibility for wanting to end the friendship. Don’t use blaming language and avoid criticising your friend on your way out the door. If your friendship is truly over, you need to end it with dignity and respect.”

Showing your one-time-friend the respect of ending it humanely and bravely is not always the best option, however, and if you feel your friend has not treated you with respect or dignity perhaps the “phantom” would be less detrimental to you.

“If you’ve been treated very badly by your friend or your friendship has been toxic there’s no need to have a face-to-face break up. In fact, it would be best to avoid a face-to-face break up with someone who has treated you badly. You could be opening yourself up for more attacks and abuse,” tells Clinton.

Friendship can be like the ocean with ebbs and flows. Sometimes we grow apart and sometimes we grow back towards each other. The beauty of life is that nothing stays the same forever.

“In the end, you don’t have to feel guilty about ending a friendship. The reality is some relationships, including friendships, have a use by date. The upside of ending a friendship is it can help you open up to meeting new people and making new connections in your life.”

Danielle Colley

*Danielle Colley is a writer, blogger and mum. She is a regular contributor to The Weekly and other online and print publications.

You can see more of Danielle on her blog, Keeping Up With The Holsbys, or her Facebook page facebook.com/keepingupwiththeholsbys.*

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Our easiest, yummiest and quickest dessert recipes ever

Need to get something from fridge to table in 20 minutes flat? We've got you covered.

You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who hasn’t been in a tricky dessert dilemma once in their life.

They’re common enough: you’re bundling children into party clothes when you suddenly remember you were asked to bring dessert, or you’re late home from work on the one night your sweet-toothed mother-in-law is over for dinner, and you need to whip up something delicious, perfect and crowd-pleasing.

Oh, and you’ve only got 25 minutes to do it.

To help you out in your jam, we’ve teamed up with our sister site, Food To Love, to compile all the easiest, yummiest and quickest dessert recipes in one place.

Because you don’t have a minute to waste.

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Delicious dessert recipes

Whether it’s a decadent chocolate cherry pavlova or a strawberries and cream tart, here are five of our favourite dessert recipes.

Show me the pudding!

Here at The Weekly it’s no secret we have an insatiable appetite for sweets.

So we asked editor of our sister site, Food To Love, to hand-pick some of the most popular desserts of the month.

For the full collection visit our sister site www.foodtolove.com.au.

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Our best Asian recipes

Looking for a dish with an Asian twist? We have some amazing stir-fry and curry recipes that will satisfy your tastebuds!

Looking for a dish with an Asian twist? We have some amazing stir-fry and curry recipes that will satisfy your tastebuds!

Stir-fried Asian greens with tofu Click here for the recipe.

Green pork curry Click here for the recipe.

Chilli chicken stir-fry Click here for the recipe.

Coconut Prawns with Two Dipping Sauces Click here for the recipe.

Green Papaya Salad Click here for the recipe.

Steamed asian vegies Click here for the recipe.

Creamy coconut pork curry Click here for the recipe.

Tofu stir-fry Click here for the recipe.

Lemon grass and beef rice paper rolls Click here for the recipe.

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Quick gourmet dinner recipes

Running low on time and recipe ideas? Why not try these quick and easy meals that will have dinner ready and on the table in under an hour.

Running low on time and recipe ideas? Why not try these quick and easy meals that will have dinner ready and on the table in under an hour.

Pasta with zucchini lemon garlic sauce Click here for the recipe

Potato tarte tatin with chunky green olive tapenade Click here for the recipe

Creamy four-cheese penne Click here for the recipe

Orecchiette with mushrooms, peas and pancetta Click here for the recipe

Pumpkin and kumara soup Click here for the recipe

Crispy chicken wings with honey sauce Click here for the recipe

Spaghetti pomodoro fresco (Fresh tomato spaghetti) Click here for the recipe

Thai Lamb, eggplant and coriander Click here for the recipe

Tomato and saffron mussels Click here for the recipe

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‘I went blind overnight when my twins were four’

When single mum of twins awoke one morning with her vision virtually gone she didn't know how she would cope.

I’d been living with manageable vision issues when I went virtually blind overnight.

I had two four-year-old boys and I lived on my own with them when suddenly it felt as though my world came crashing down.

I was absolutely terrified and I didn’t know how I was going to cope with my sudden complete loss of vision, and with it my independence.

I’d had vision issues since my early twenties due to a condition called kerataconus, which makes everything incredibly blurry.

I had lost about 90 per cent of my vision in my left eye, but I could still read and drive because vision in my right eye was good.

In my early thirties I contracted glaucoma. It’s actually rare for someone to have both conditions and initially we managed it with surgical procedures.

I was living as a normal busy, single mum with my twins, Benjamin and Julian, when one morning I got up to go to a family function and I noticed that something didn’t feel right in my good eye.

It felt scratchy and sore, and my vision was incredibly blurry. Suddenly I could barely see out of either eye.

I thought I had an ulcer or something so I went to see my specialist who informed me that this was my condition worsening and it was permanent. It was only going to get worse.

The world as I knew it was over.

Karen with her twin sons.

Vision Australia sent an officer to train me how to do simple things that you take for granted, because suddenly I couldn’t even put a plug into a power point without a great degree of difficulty and frustration.

I couldn’t drive, and the thought of getting public transport was overwhelming. I became depressed as I just felt such a great amount of fear for our futures.

Initially, my family came regularly and helped us. They would stay over and ensure the house was clean and there was food in the house.

The council were also extremely helpful so I knew that the basics were taken care of, but my life had been so full before.

My world had become small.

I was so dependent on others and I felt incapacitated but it was my kids that kept me going. I told myself I could not just curl up in a heap.

I needed to be strong for them.

They were too young to really understand what was happening to me. I was still just mum in their eyes so for them it was just business as usual.

A mobility and orientation specialist from Guide Dogs Victoria and Vision Australia came to teach me how to use a long white cane. The cane took a while to get used to but as soon as I realised it was the key to my independence I embraced it.

Gradually, I became confident and I realised that I can go out on my own

Day by day, step by step, I realised that my life hadn’t changed that much. It was just different.

My biggest fear for my kids was being able to keep them safe. A mother’s instinct is to look after her children and I felt unsure if I could do it well now especially outside of the home.

Initially going out with them was frightening, but as I became more confident we were jumping on trains, and going on adventures together.

Now they’re nine and we are working better than ever as a team. They read me things, and help me as much as they can.

We recently went on our first overseas holiday together to Bali.

I’ve travelled a lot, and I truly desired my boys to have a full life and their excitement as the trip approached was incredible. All of us were just beside ourselves.

Bali was amazing. Everyone was so friendly and helpful. We stayed in a resort, and the boys had the time of their lives.

While we were there I’d hire a babysitter to come with us if we went out of the resort, just as an extra help for us and it worked so beautifully we’re planning another trip to the Gold Coast theme parks next.

Many people imagine going blind is the worst thing in the world and I admit, it has been hard, but there are many worse things that can happen to you.

After four years I’m now used to it I’m just getting on with my life with my kids.

October 15 is International White Cane Day. Visit Guide Dogs Victoriato find out more.

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I became a woman and my partner stayed with me

When Kelly-Lee agreed to marry Jon, she wasn't expecting to spend the rest of her life with Jody. One transsexual woman's story.

I met Kelly-Lee about three years ago when I was still living as Jon. I’d just come out of an abusive relationship and was not feeling great about my life.

Everything was different with Kelly-Lee immediately. She is very open minded and accepting and I just felt like I could be myself with her, even though I wasn’t 100% sure who that was.

After three months together I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. When we’d been together for about year Kelly-Lee went away for the weekend and I could no longer hide the feelings that had been welling up inside me. I sent her a text message and told her that I just wanted to feel pretty and wear a dress. She responded “ok, we’ll get you a dress.”

When Kel came home she bought a couple of dresses for me to wear, and she gently questioned me about whether I felt this was a comfort thing, or was it a transsexual thing?

At first I thought it was just a comfort thing. I loved wearing a dress, and felt very natural in women’s clothes but after about a week it bought up all of this stuff for me.

I remembered how when I was 13 I read an article about a policeman in the UK that had transitioned from male to female and I remember thinking that I didn’t realise that someone could do that.

I remember how sad I was that I would never be able to do that.

I remembered going to visit my grandparents around the same time and I’d lock myself in the bathroom and experiment with her makeup. I pushed all of these feelings down through my teens because I knew that no one around me would understand, I was bullied enough as it was.

I was a bookish kid. I was a bit of an outsider. I was bullied for being different; tall with sticky out ears and NHS glasses.

Puberty was depressing, and I just remember wishing I could not be who I was.

It’s not like I consciously knew I was in the wrong body, but I always felt like something wasn’t right. It was hormones, it was not fitting in, it was feeling different. It was a nasty mess of soup where all of these feelings were integral and affected each other.

I got married a week after my 25th birthday to a lovely woman. I buried all my feelings and just got on with being the person that everyone expected me to be. I am attracted to women, so playing heterosexual happy families wasn’t hard for me until suddenly it was.

I realised that I had kinks and sexuality issues rising that I couldn’t discuss with my wife so we broke up.

It was different with Kelly-Lee, though. I felt like I could tell her anything. I told her I wanted to transition into my true self. I was a woman, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I could not live as Jon for another moment, I was Jody.

Kelly-Lee went to bed for two weeks and cried. She was mourning the loss of Jon. The picture she had of our lives together was now different.

Within weeks, I had come out completely. I wasn’t working at the time so there was nothing holding me back from completely transitioning.

I threw away all of my old clothes and I replaced it with dresses and tights, and told my friends that I was now living as Jody. I just got on with it, and I felt good about finally being my true self.

Three months after I came out Kel had a real bee in her bonnet about going to a shop across town where they were serving free tea.

She seemed edgy and distracted. She made me look away at something and when I turned back she was down on her bent knee, with a ring identical to the one I proposed to her with, and she asked me to marry her.

I knew then that I was with the most amazing woman in the world who loved me and accepted me for who I was.

Since I started hormone therapy I’m less of an arsehole. I used to be arrogant, but now I’m more gentle and nurturing. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or now I just feel happier within myself.

Maybe a bit of both.

Although I think it I will always be transitioning in a way, I also feel like now I have made it. I look like a woman, I’m accepted as a woman, and I finally feel like I am the person I always wished I could be.

People often tell trans people that they are brave but I disagree. It’s not brave at all, it’s just being true to yourself.

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‘My 14-year battle with male anorexia’

“I would drink a glass of water and think, ‘Oh my god, I’m fat!’”

Mitchell Doyle was just 11 years old and in year six when his battle with anorexia and bulimia began.

“I was bullied about my weight in primary school so I started monitoring what I was eating and looking at fat labels. I was really obsessive over it all,” he says.

For the next two years, his eating disorder consumed him, leaving him on the brink of hospitalisation. A trip to the doctor scared him into eating again, for a while, but when he reached year 11, he spiralled out of control.

“In year 11, we were doing fat caliper and BMI tests in PE class in a group setting and it was very confronting,” he says.

“I was not only starving myself, I was also binging and purging and exercising to excess. It was really a lot more intense mentally and physically this time. I remember at one point it was so bad that I felt guilty drinking water. I would drink a glass of water and think, ‘Oh my god, I’m fat!’”

Eating disorders are traditionally considered to primarily affect girls and young women, but almost one in three male year 9 students used fasting, skipping meals, diet pills, vomiting after meals, laxatives and smoking cigarettes to keep off weight, figures released by eating disorders organisation the Butterfly Foundation found.

At the age of 22, Mitchell weighed the same as he did when he was 12. Before long, he was suffering from depression and became suicidal.

“I had the mentality that if I ate, I was not good enough,” he says. “I was worthless, fat and disgusting so that cycle of constant blaming and constant berating yourself every minute of the day became too much … I remember once out at dinner and didn’t have access to a bathroom to be sick.

“I was on the train home and was thinking you piece of shit and began hurting myself. I then took painkillers and ended up in hospital. I felt so bad about myself that the only way out was to kill myself. That happened three times.”

Now 25, Mitchell acts as a spokesman for boys and men battling eating disorders.

“We need to remove that stigma that we have all inadvertently built inside our society that males shouldn’t talk about their feelings and that men don’t cry,” he says.

“That’s ridiculous because we are all programmed that way and we all have the capacity to have emotions so why should we keep quiet about them.”

With the help of a psychologist, the support of family and friends, the practice of yoga and the act of mindfulness, Mitchell has freed himself from the grips of his eating disorder.

“What got me out of those negative thought patterns is finding what works for me,” he says. “Finding what support you have available and being open and honest about your mental illness is very important.”

If you, or someone you know is suffering from an eating disorder, depression or suicidal thoughts, please visit the Butterfly Foundation or Lifeline.

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