There was a time when I was unable to get out of bed because my body, its muscles eating themselves away, refused… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
You will not stop. The pain is necessary, especially the pain of hunger. It reassures you that you are strong, can withstand… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
Somewhere in the back of my brain there exists this certainty: The body is no more than a costume, and can be… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I have never been normal about my body. It has always seemed to me a strange and foreign entity. I don't know… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I know how this feels: the tightening of the chest, the panic, the what-have-I-done-wait-I-was-kidding. Eating disorders linger so long undetected, eroding the… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
My god! people say. You have so much self-control! And later: My god. You're so, so sick. When people say this, they… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I do have faith. I don't have faith that a God exists, nor do I have faith that one does not; I… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I was perpetually grief-stricken when I finished a book, and would slide down from my sitting position on the bed, put my… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I don't think people realize, when they're just getting started on an eating disorder or even when they're in the grip of… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Something had been confirmed: I was worth giving a shit about; I was getting to be a successful sick person. Sick is when they… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
“perhaps our purpose is, for the time being, to be human, to live on this earth and in this human community, to receive something… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
I have never been normal about my body. It has always seemed to me a strange and foreign entity. I don't know that there… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
“At a certain point, an eating disorder ceases to be "about" any one thing. It stops being about your family, or your culture. Very… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
It's really interesting to me how all of us can experience the exact same event, and yet come away with wildly disparate interpretations of… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
“Being here, living now, recognizing our smallness, is a spiritual practice. It allows us to be at peace with our humanity. It humbles us… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
We think of bulimia and anorexia as either a bizarre psychosis, or as a quirky little habit, a phase, or as a thing that… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
If I had been a different sort of person, maybe less impressionable, less intense, less fearful, less utterly dependent upon the perceptions of others… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
“Every morning I watched the sun rise and read a highly religious little meditation book and tried having a conversation with God. I waited… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
My bones are brittle, my heart weak and erratic, my esophagus and stomach riddled with ulcers, my reproductive system shot, my immune system useless...… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
One really ought to be afraid of self-torture. But it tempted me. It begged. The dark place that my mind was fast becoming blends,… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
