Anorexia Quotes
I think it's very important what young people see in pictures or on TV or in magazines. Drugs, violence, anorexia. All of the things that I absolutely do not reference in my photos.
Anorexia is a disease that happens to people, mostly women and girls, who have obsessive, perfectionist personalities.
Anorexia is an awful thing, but you get yourself into it, and only you can get yourself out of it.
Most dancers have no awareness of how they look; half of them think theyre fat. There is anorexia in the ballet world; there are those things.
For years, I had used these fractured men to justify my cynicism and workaholism, and the grief, insomnia and casual anorexia were no longer of any interest to me.
Anorexics never have boyfriends. ... That's one way to know you don't have anorexia, if you have a boyfriend.
You deserve the place you have in this world. Do not let the eating disorder take that from you.
Anorexia is such a self-consuming, selfish disease. It's all about you. Becoming a mother, all of a sudden it wasn't about me anymore.
Many obese people spend a significant amount of their energy on suppressing the urge to tell some of the people who are staring at them that they do not eat as much and as frequently as they seem to.
If you think my waistline defines my worth, you are not worth my time anyways.
I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I needto see my bones or I will hate myself even more and Imight cut out my heart or take every pill that was evermade.
I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence.
Eating disorder recovery becomes possible when you keep making the next right decision over and over. With time, these decisions become automatic.
When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.
her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.
Sometimes it's as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness—these are the only things that are real.
But I know that if I don't at least try, I'll stay the way I am till it kills me. Till I kill me, I mean. I never really accept that that's what I'm doing - I say it, but I don't believe it.
We are all a collection of lost causes, stashed here so no one has to see just how wounded we are.
My reflection followed me mercilessly in mirrors, car doors, shop windows. I lived in a world of circus mirrors, the grotesque distortion of my body looking back at me everywhere.
I am forever engaged in a silent battle in my head over whether or not to lift the fork to my mouth, and when I talk myself into doing so, I taste only shame. I have an eating disorder.
Recovery doesn't mean putting your life on hold. Recovery means holding on so you can live your best life.
Somewhere I read that anorexia recovery is more painful for the sufferer than actively engaging in the eating disordered behaviours
The notion that life could be any different - that it could be better - becomes inconceivable. You forget how good it was to be normal. Worst of all, you come to believe that you prefer it this way.
A suicide is tragic because nothing interrupted it.
Basically, when it comes to women, both aging and eating are somehow shameful.
As I searched for food perfection, and as I gained weight, I began to realize that the race for perfection in anything was the path to destruction.