#disorders

Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in? ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#eating

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a beating heart. Soon you’ll cross the border and be with me. I’m so stoked. I miss you wicked. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#ghost

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

— Marya Hornbacher

#self-image #escape

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#strong

I’ve never had anorexia, but I know it well. I see it on the street, in the gaunt and sunken face, the boney chest, the spindly arms of an emaciated woman. I’ve come to recognize the flat look of despair, the hopelessness that follows, inevitably, from years of starvation. I think: That could have been [me]. It wasn’t. It’s not. ↗

— Harriet Brown

#eating-disorders #family #mental-illness #family

I'm a food addict. I've tried everything- Weight Watchers, The South Beach, raw food, Atkins, low-fat diets. Nothing works for me." I looked at him and said, "Have you tried suffering?" He laughed out loud, as if I was joking. I wasn't joking. ↗

— Dr. Frederick Woolverton

#eating-disorders #freedom #obesity #diet

And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#ideals #social-issues #life

I didn't particularly want to live much longer than that. Life seemed rather daunting. It seems so to me even now. Life seemed too long a time to have to stick around, a huge span of years through which one would be require to tap-dance and smile and be Great! and be Happy! and be Amazing! and be Precious! I was tired of my life by the time I was sixteen. I was tired of being too much, too intense, too manic. I was tired of people, and I was incredibly tired of myself. I wanted to do whatever Amazing Thing I was expected to do— it might be pointed out that these were my expectations, mine alone— and be done with it. Go to sleep. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#life

What if I'm so broken I can never do something as basic as feed myself? Do you realize how twisted that is? It amazes me sometimes that humans still exist. We're just animals, after all. And how can an animal get so removed from nature that it loses the instinct to keep itself alive? ↗

— Amy Reed

#eating-disorders #life #loss #life

One of the most dangerous myths surrounding eating disorders is that they are a life sentence. ↗

— Lynn Crilly

#myths #recovery #life