Marya Hornbacher

“By November, you wish you were dead. You want nothing more. Every day, every fucking day, you run up the steps of the house, breathing hard, swing open the cupboards, thinking: You pitiful little bitch. Fucking cow. Greedy pig. All day, your stomach pinches and spits up its bile. You sway when you walk. You begin to get cold again.”


Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
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Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia by Marya Hornbacher
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