439 Quotes About Eating-disorders

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

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

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

I'm learning how to taste everything.

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.

I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches that look awful. I knit the sun down.

A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.

I also know that I have forgiven myself. And that it’s okay to laugh at your mistakes, even the dangerous dumb ones.

Do you want to know the answer? The easiest, simplest solution to all of your hiding, and purging, the end of your exhausting, isolating, repulsive routine?Just eat. Like a normal person.