Today, I am a 26-year-old girl and I live a life I used to only dream about: a small cozy little apartment, a little four-legged friend, and a boyfriend, who is a keeper. Together, we strive to better ourselves and take on the highest mountain tops of Slovenia. Those smallest little pieces of Earth, where we find our happiness again and again, escaping from our 8-hour per day jobs. All these wonderful days, passing too quickly, became part of my lifestyle and pushed my past into a distant memory. A memory that doesn’t seem to be a part of my life, but just another story. It feels like I haven’t written my book, but only read it. But it all happened to me. Nine years of anorexia has left many negative emotions and feelings inside of me, and I would never want this to happen to any child, ever. But I still try to look at this experience with a positive attitude, because, no matter how you spin it, it made me into the person I am today. I believe and hope to help many others, just because of this experience. Since I best express myself by writing things on a piece of paper, I found the best way to tell my story is by writing a book.