For five years she lived inside that mental cage. Five years of appointments, interventions, and long nights staring at ceilings, wondering whether she’d survive the week. But somewhere inside her, something refused to die out—a small, stubborn spark that believed she could be more than her illness.
Running became the unexpected lifeline that helped her fight her way back. At first, it was just a way to feel like she had some power left. But as she grew stronger, the miles became something else entirely. Running didn’t punish her body—it rewarded it. It taught her that strength and movement could come from nourishment, not deprivation. Every step whispered a different truth: your body can carry you if you let it.
When she crossed the finish line of the Chesterfield Half Marathon, it wasn’t just a race. It was a resurrection. A moment that said louder than any diagnosis: you’re still here. And that mattered.
In one of her posts, she wrote that recovery is “a breathtaking process… thrilling, unforgettable, and amazing.” Anyone who’s lived with an eating disorder knows this isn’t romanticism. It’s an acknowledgment that rehabilitation is brutal and beautiful at the same time. It doesn’t erase the disorder. It teaches you how to live without letting it rule you.
Annie was diagnosed in 2012. Two years later she began therapy, trying to piece herself back together. But it wasn’t until 2017 that something shifted. She didn’t do it for doctors. She didn’t do it to quiet her family’s worry. She did it for herself. That mindset changed everything. Recovery that isn’t chosen can’t last. Recovery rooted in self-worth has a fighting chance.
The climb back was anything but graceful. She described it as “incredible”—a word that captures both the agony and the courage involved. Every day she pushed herself toward meals her illness begged her not to eat. She faced the mirror and refused to let it dictate her value. Over four months, she gained three stones—about 42 pounds—making her the heaviest she had been since 2014. Every pound was a victory. Every ounce meant survival.
One of the most powerful things Annie learned along the way is that happiness has nothing to do with size, numbers, or symmetry. It comes from how we treat ourselves and the people around us. Self-respect, kindness, purpose—these are the things that fill the void anorexia creates.
Running helped her find that purpose. It redirected the obsessive drive anorexia feeds on and transformed it into something empowering. It became a measure of her strength, not her fragility. She started setting goals she could reach without destroying herself. After years of measuring food, she learned to measure progress, pride, and possibility.
Her message to others is straightforward and sharp: follow your passion because it’s the one thing that fights the darkness with real force. Whether it’s running, art, writing, music—find something that pulls you forward instead of pulling you under.
Annie remembers the worst days vividly. Days when she fainted just trying to walk. Days when her body shook from starvation. Days when one piece of bread had to last from sunrise to sunset. She remembers collapsing, dizzy spells, the way her body felt like it was dissolving. And she remembers the fear—the fear that she would disappear completely.
Today she’s not just heavier. She’s stronger. She’s present. She’s building a relationship with her body that isn’t based on punishment. She’s teaching others that recovery isn’t a finish line you sprint toward—it’s a lifelong practice, a decision you recommit to every day. She tells people that the illness may always whisper, but you can learn to silence it.
“We must show our disorders that we are able to do so. We don’t want to spend our lives full of regret,” she says. It’s a message wrapped in truth: eating disorders steal years, but they don’t have to steal your future.
Her transformation is nothing short of remarkable. Not because she looks “better”—because she lives better. Because she reclaimed her time, her energy, her voice, her joy. She’s proof that even after years trapped in a body collapsing under starvation, healing is possible. Not easy, not quick, but possible.
And sometimes, that hope is all someone needs to take the first step—just like Annie did.