I'm proof you can REVERSE your age: BRYONY GORDON

For the first 37 years of my life, I treated my body like a pharmaceutical dustbin. If I saw something that promised to deliver me a quick, cheap high, I couldn’t stay away from it.

As a child, it was the sugary sweets that I knew I wasn’t allowed – but craved anyway – stealing pick’n’mix from to shovel into my mouth when I thought nobody was looking.

At 14, I tried for the first time, round the back of the railway arches with a friend. Between us, we polished off a litre of cider and a half bottle of paint-stripper vodka.

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