Anorexia Quotes

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Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.

In my own mind, I am still a fat brunette from Toledo, and I always will be.

We are all primary numbers divisible only by ourselves.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others.

Self love is the instrument of our preservation.

I was a scapegoat. The media had to put responsibility on somebody, and I was chosen. They felt free to say that because someone was thin they were anorexic, which is ridiculous.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

A little bit of anorexia, a little bit of bulimia. I'm not totally OK now but I don't think any woman is.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

People keep asking me about it but I don't want to be famous for being a former anorexic.

Looking to biology to explain the low prevalence of eating disorders among men is like looking to genetics to explain why nonsmokers do not get lung cancer as often as smokers.

Plastic surgery is distressingly popular and I feel that the fashion industry has killed tens of thousands of women over the years from anorexia.

I was anorexic in the 60s and 70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.

I almost lost my best friend to anorexia. I am lending my voice as an entertainer, a mom, and a friend because I want to bring great awareness to this cause.

She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest." She had to feel it.

Eating disorders are like a gun that's formed by genetics, loaded by a culture and family ideals, and triggered by unbearable distress.

We have nothing to lose by trusting the infinite power of the Self, except the bondage of our own ignorance.

Anorexia, you starve yourself. Bulimia, you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia, you just deny yourself. It's about control.

I am, uh ... a 6 foot tall woman, I feel like I'm a healthy size, I'm not anorexic; and I feel that people who aren't anorexic are punished ... for not being anorexic.

I always felt that anorexia was the form of breakdown most readily available to adolescent girls.

Where do you go to get anorexia?

Starlets were always turning up dead in people's pools. They fished them out like goldfish. Nobody seemed to find it unusual that so many young, beautiful women wanted to die.

I had a very public battle with anorexia.

I unwittingly became sort of this anorexia spokeswoman.

Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.

I don't want to feel I'm responsible for anorexia across the country.

I was right not to be afraid of any thief but myself, who will end by leaving me nothing.

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.

When I was 19 years old, I came down with anorexia. I had it for about a year before it became public. And it had a lot to do with my self-esteem.

Many women who have anorexia put their hearts in a compromised situation.

I've experienced the tabloids when I had anorexia.

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.

Artistic anorexia & sexual avoidance have the same root fears – fear of intimacy, fear of exposure, fear of failure”.

I was very obsessed. I mean, I could tell you the fat content and the calorie content in absolutely anything.

You will miss her sometimes. Bear in mind she's trying to kill you. Bear in mind you have a life to live.

It's like, at the end, there's this surprise quiz: Am I proud of me? I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth what I paid?

During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.

What you persist in doing gets easier. The task hasn't changed, but your ability to do it has increased.

I don't understand anorexia; I'm too greedy to ever not eat I just can't do it.

I was anorexic-bulimic when I was 16-17. It was a top secret that time, but these things always are.

If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl.

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.

I have a remarkable ability to delete all better judgement from my brain when I get my head set on something. I have no sense of moderation, no sense of caution. I have no sense pretty much.

We can always find each other, we girls with secrets.

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn't like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.

The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions.

In all the years I've been a therapist, I've yet to meet one girl who likes her body.

I had been on this insane diet for almost 17 years to maintain the weight that was demanded of me when I was modeling. My diet was really starvation. I am not naturally that thin.