In August 1992 I had escaped to France.
Escaped is the right word.

I was 18 years old.

I watched a film. It was dubbed in French and my French was at A-level standard.
The language was lost, but the images spoke the words.

The main character was making herself sick to control her weight.
I thought that the idea was a perfect one.

In the summer of 1992, I stuck two fingers into my mouth and made myself sick.

It was easy.