Lyla

“In her presence, I was reminded again of why I was an anoretic: fear. Of my needs, for food, for sleep, for touch, for simple conversation, for human contact, for love. I was an anoretic because I was afraid of being human. Implicit in human contact is the exposure of the self, the interaction of the selves. The self I'd had, once upon a time, was too much. Now there was no self at all. I was a blank.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

“I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia