“I didn’t intentionally do anything to deserve being the dirty girl I was. I never once replied to a text saying: ‘wine not?’ Nor have I ever flirted my way to the front of a line at a club, well maybe I did once or twice.

Regardless, some would say I was the Poster Child for Clean living. I didn’t eat sugar. I said “no” to refined carbs. I didn’t drink alcohol. I didn’t smoke. And I exercised like a fiend. I was doing everything right! So why did I look and feel so wrong? Where was the energy I used to have? The quick wit? Why were all my clothes so tight? Why couldn’t I remember my middle name sometimes? Why did the idea of having sex sound about as fun as staring at cement? And somebody, please tell me: why is my hair falling out?

Why? Because I was one hot toxic mess. Which begs the next question: how did that happen?”