I nourished my own need for control by throwing up every day, to deal with my low self-image, because I thought this gave me one success in the world of not being good enough. Eventually my self-destructive routines deprived me of energy to do the things I wanted for myself. See how I managed to accept that I had bulimia and how giving birth to my daughter changed my perspective. Learn how I found motivation in my work and how this fueled me to become the nuclear physicist, blogger, and mother I am today.