At seventeen years old, I had two goals: They were very normal teenage aspirations, and it was all my friends and I talked about. After all, none of us looked like goblins; how come we hadn’t hit the jackpot yet? So when I met my ex-abuser, I willingly (and sometimes unwillingly) complied with every sexual act put upon me, not knowing the damage it was doing to my self-esteem. After three and a half years of abiding by his every need, I left and suddenly felt like I had been set free. I could

Orginally written for Bristol Women's Voice, a truthful account of living with disordered eating and Leah's campaign to change laws in fitness classes and gyms across the UK.