my reflection... hurts me. i am a lump of lard, a spewing, volcanic thing, erupting out of all bounds of what it means to be normal. please tell me this isn't me. i want to claw at it, break the glass, smear my blood …

Taken from the book "The Merry Recluse" by Caroline Knapp. About once every two or three weeks, something would come up -- a party at work, someone's birthday, a family visit -- and I would eat. I planned for those tim…

I thought this piece of writing was so fantastic that I just had to link it here. I emphasize so much with this... I remember very vividly, still, exactly what it was like. Anorexia: a portrait.

You should fast tomorrow. You're so fat. You fat cow. What the fuck were you doing, binging like that, anyway? Yeah, I know you were tired. That doesn't give you the right to eat chocolatey sugar until you're stuffed to …