#disorders

Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women's history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one. ↗

— Naomi Wolf

#body-image #culture #dieting #eating-disorders #society

If women cannot eat the same food as men, we cannot experience equal status in the community. ↗

— Naomi Wolf

#body-image #culture #eating-disorders #thinness #weight

Pain, too, comes from depths that cannot be revealed. We do not know whether those depths are in ourselves or elsewhere, in a graveyard, in a scarcely dug grave, only recently inhabited by withered flesh. This truth, which is banal enough, unravels time and the face, holds up a mirror to me in which I cannot see myself without being overcome by a profound sadness that undermines one's whole being. The mirror has become the route through which my body reaches that state, in which it is crushed into the ground, digs a temporary grave, and allows itself to be drawn by the living roots that swarm beneath the stones. It is flattened beneath the weight of that immense sadness which few people have the privilege of knowing. So I avoid mirrors. ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#eating-disorder #eating-disorders #mirrors #poetry #self-esteem

Hate is able to provoke disorders, to ruin a social organization, to cast a country into a period of bloody revolutions; but it produces nothing. ↗

— Georges Sorel

#bloody #cast #country #disorders #hate

Even the models we see in magazines wish they could look like their own images. ↗

— Cheri K. Erdman

#culture #diet-industry #diets #eating-disorders #self-esteem

You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma can only sleep a couple of hours a night now. She's haunted by nightmares of monsters that eat our whole family. They eat us slowly, she says, so we can feel their sharp teeth. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#family

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#food #food

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

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#cancer

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#space

If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living? ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#depression #mood-disorders #care