"My god! people say. You have so much self-control! And later: My god. You’re so, so sick. When people say this, they turn their heads, you’ve won your little game. You have proven your thesis that no-body-loves-me-every-body-hates-me, guess-I’ll-just-eat-worms. You get to sink back into your hospital bed, shrieking with righteous indignation. See? you get to say. I knew you’d give up on me. I knew you’d leave."

- Marya Hornbacher

Jun 5 -

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I want to fly far away, to never never land where I’m not ashamed, where it’s OK to eat all sorts of things. I’d be beautiful and free and there’d be no scales, no mirrors. Second star to the right and straight on till morning! Is that how you get there? Oh, how lovely to fly!