On the 15th of October 2015, Lucie wore a pair of pink and black stripey pants. She wore her blonde hair in a plait, and put on her favorite black body top, and a sparkling necklace to match her eyes. She was beaming that day, looking forward to celebrate one of her friend’s birthday in style.
She could lit up a room with a smile, and her mind was bursting with ideas for the future. She wanted to travel, to become a designer, to care for people, to get out of a house where she felt too constricted, and misunderstood.
She had no idea that 7 years from that day she would go missing…
Lucie was concerned about her body; she was petite, but it was never enough. Even though she had the most wonderful childhood, she had to grow up quickly and unexpectedly when her father passed away. She was 12, and she felt alone, betrayed. Betrayed by her dad, by the world, and by all those doctors that told her that “everything was going to be ok”.
Everything was not ok in her books. Her family was struggling financially, she didn’t have a good relationship with her sisters, and she wasn’t very close to her mum, as she had always been dad’s little pet.
And little by little, she started to eat less and less to gain control when everything was spiralling out of control.
