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 …

Every time I post somewhere that I am fat, I feel like people think I'm just saying that... that they believe I really have a totally distorted mindset, and that the fat feeling is all in my head. But when I think about …

Copied from the book "The Merry Recluse" by Caroline Knapp. From the summer of 1982 through the winter of 1985, I ate the same thing almost every day: a plaine sesame bagel for breakfast, a Dannon coffee-flavored yogur…

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.