I think my anorexia was to do with being a teenager, not being in films. — Christina Ricci Copy Share Image
No matter what we weigh, those of us who are compulsive eaters have anorexia of the soul. We refuse to take in… — Geneen Roth Copy Share Image
“Fat bitch," Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone. "She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you're… — Steven Levenkron Copy Share Image
Girls developed eating disorders when our culture developed a standard of beauty that they couldn't obtain by being healthy. When unnatural thinness… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For the longest time, Indian women have been okay with being curvy. But I think the modern Indian woman needs to get… — Bipasha Basu Copy Share Image
For years, I had used these fractured men to justify my cynicism and workaholism, and the grief, insomnia and casual anorexia were… — Antonella Gambotto-Burke Copy Share Image
“I decided to say something. It was through an email, an email to my mom confessing that I had a problem with… — Rachael Rose Steil Copy Share Image
I always felt that anorexia was the form of breakdown most readily available to adolescent girls. — Kate Beckinsale Copy Share Image
Many women who have anorexia put their hearts in a compromised situation. — Carre Otis Copy Share Image
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown. — Emily Saliers Copy Share Image
Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Willow sees her before any of the others. A walking skeleton, the victim of some terrible wasting disease, like something out of… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Why did I allow the abuse to continue? Even as a teenager? I didn’t. Something that had been plaguing me for years… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“[Eating disorders] are a wonderful tool for helping you reject others before they can reject you. Example: You're at a party. The… — Stacy Pershall Copy Share Image
“The return of the voices would end in a migraine that made my whole body throb. I could do nothing except lie… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
I starve myself to please my eyes in the mirror, but as the hurt goes on the pain gets clearer. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
