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  • #1
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March.

    .........

    I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world...I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

    I wanted to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness...Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.

    I spin and weave and knit my words and visions until a life starts to take shape.

    There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

    I am thawing.”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #2
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable. ”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #3
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop. ”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #4
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true. ”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #5
    Emilie Autumn
    “And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls


  • #6
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #7
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls


  • #8
    Geneen Roth
    “When you believe without knowing you believe that you are damaged at your core, you also believe that you need to hide that damage for anyone to love you. You walk around ashamed of being yourself. You try hard to make up for the way you look, walk, feel. Decisions are agonizing because if you, the person who makes the decision, is damaged, then how can you trust what you decide? You doubt your own impulses so you become masterful at looking outside yourself for comfort. You become an expert at finding experts and programs, at striving and trying hard and then harder to change yourself, but this process only reaffirms what you already believe about yourself -- that your needs and choices cannot be trusted, and left to your own devices you are out of control (p.82-83)”
    Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything


  • #9
    Geneen Roth
    “You are not a mistake. You are not a problem to be solved. But you won't discover this until you are willing to stop banging your head against the wall of shaming and caging and fearing yourself. (p. 84)”
    Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything


  • #10
    Geneen Roth
    “. . . hell is wanting to be somewhere different from where you are. Being one place and wanting to be somewhere else . . . . Wanting life to be different from what it is. That's also called leaving without leaving. Dying before you die. It's as if there is a part of you that so rails against being shattered by love that you shatter yourself first. (p. 44)”
    Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything


  • #11
    Jena Morrow
    “I am forever engaged in a silent battle in my head over whether or not to lift the fork to my mouth, and when I talk myself into doing so, I taste only shame. I have an eating disorder.”
    Jena Morrow, Hollow: An Unpolished Tale


  • #12
    Geneen Roth
    “It's never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels.

    We don't want to EAT hot fudge sundaes as much as we want our lives to BE hot fudge sundaes. We want to come home to ourselves. (p. 174-5)”
    Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything




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