Nothing in the world scares me as much as bulimia. It was true then and it is true now. But at some point, the body will essentially eat of its own accord in order to save itself. Mine began to do that. The passivity with which I speak here is intentional. It feels very much as if you are possessed, as if you have no will of your own but are in constant battle with your body, and you are losing. It wants to live. You want to die. You cannot both have your way. And so bulimia creeps into the rift between you and your body and you go out of your mind with fear. Starvation is incredibly frightening when it finally sets in with a vengeance. And when it does,you are surprised. You hadn’t meant this. You say: Wait, not this. And then it sucks you under and you drown.
|—||― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia|
I don’t know what’s the matter with me—why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumour.
|—||David Shields (via halfaxas)|
life hack: remember to compliment people on qualities other than their looks. remind them of their kindness, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. tell them about how powerful and capable they are.