(Daily Mail) – Kelly is 23 years old. She is a bright and thoughtful young woman with an attractive smile that flits across her face occasionally as we spend several hours discussing her background, her family and her short life.
With her long, tousled, chestnut hair and short, checked red dress, she looks like many of the 50,000 cheerful students who throng the bustling Belgian city of Leuven, home to the country’s biggest university.
Yet there is a big difference. For this friendly woman sitting on the sofa beside me – someone younger than both of my own children – is telling me an anguished tale of deep personal torment.
‘When I look in the mirror, I see a monster,’ she says at one point, although dark rings around her eyes are the only outward sign of her struggles. ‘I really don’t like what I see.’ CONTINUE