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We're like little kids. We are little kids, but don't tell us that—we're having a fantastic time. We have our little house, and live our little life. We are the perfect young husband and wife. We have...

Marya Hornbacher

We're like little kids. We are little kids, but don't tell us that—we're having a fantastic time. We have our little house, and live our little life. We are the perfect young husband and wife. We have...

Tags: bipolar disorder, madness, mania

Forgive me for being chipper, but despair is desperately dull.

Marya Hornbacher

Forgive me for being chipper, but despair is desperately dull.

Tags: anorexia nervosa, mental illness

About Author
Marya Justine Hornbacher (born April 4, 1974) is an American author and freelance journalist.
Her book Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia is an autobiographical account of her struggle with eating disorders, written when she was twenty-three. This is the book which originally brought attention to Hornbacher. It has been translated into sixteen languages and sold over a million copies in the U.S.

In that six months, so much happened that death seemed, primarily, inconvenient. The trial period was extended. I seem to keep extending it. There are many things to do. There are books to write and n...

Marya Hornbacher

In that six months, so much happened that death seemed, primarily, inconvenient. The trial period was extended. I seem to keep extending it. There are many things to do. There are books to write and n...

Tags: anorexia, bulimia, inspirational, living, suicide

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

Marya Hornbacher

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

Tags: crashing, falling, love, mental illness, new love

The leap of faith is this: You have to believe, or at least pretend you believe until you really believe it, that you are strong enough to take life face on. Eating disorders, on any level, are a crut...

Marya Hornbacher

The leap of faith is this: You have to believe, or at least pretend you believe until you really believe it, that you are strong enough to take life face on. Eating disorders, on any level, are a crut...

Tags: drama, eating disorders, mirror, sadomasochism

I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been t...

Marya Hornbacher

I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been t...

Tags: self hatred

I look back on my life the way one watches a badly scripted action flick, sitting at the edge of the seat, bursting out, No, no, don't open that door! The bad guy is in there and he'll grab you and pu...

Marya Hornbacher

I look back on my life the way one watches a badly scripted action flick, sitting at the edge of the seat, bursting out, No, no, don't open that door! The bad guy is in there and he'll grab you and pu...

Tags: bulimia, depression, eating disorders, mental illness

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.

Marya Hornbacher

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.

Tags: bulimia, eating disorders, skeletons, thin

I am mad. The thought calms me. I don't have to try to be sane anymore. It's over. I sleep

Marya Hornbacher

I am mad. The thought calms me. I don't have to try to be sane anymore. It's over. I sleep

Tags: bipolar disorder, mental health

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...

Marya Hornbacher

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...

Tags: fear, human

It is a visual temper tantrum. You are making an ineffective statement about this and that, a grotesque, self-defeating mockery of cultural standards of beauty, societal misogyny. It is a blow to your...

Marya Hornbacher

It is a visual temper tantrum. You are making an ineffective statement about this and that, a grotesque, self-defeating mockery of cultural standards of beauty, societal misogyny. It is a blow to your...

Me and my needs were driving my mother away. Me and my needs retreated to my closet, disappeared into fairy tales. I started making up a world where my needs wouldn´t exist at all.

Marya Hornbacher

Me and my needs were driving my mother away. Me and my needs retreated to my closet, disappeared into fairy tales. I started making up a world where my needs wouldn´t exist at all.

I am in the zone, the perfect balance between manic and drunk, I am mellow, I’m cool, cool as cats. I’ve found the answer, the thing that takes the edge off, smoothes out the madness, sends me sailing...

Marya Hornbacher

I am in the zone, the perfect balance between manic and drunk, I am mellow, I’m cool, cool as cats. I’ve found the answer, the thing that takes the edge off, smoothes out the madness, sends me sailing...

We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a greater need. Ashamed of this, we turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they migh...

Marya Hornbacher

We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a greater need. Ashamed of this, we turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they migh...

E così passai attraverso lo specchio, passai nel mondo a rovescio, dove il su è giù e il cibo èingordigia, dove le pareti sono rivestite di specchi convessi, dove la morte è onorevole e la carne debol...

Marya Hornbacher

E così passai attraverso lo specchio, passai nel mondo a rovescio, dove il su è giù e il cibo èingordigia, dove le pareti sono rivestite di specchi convessi, dove la morte è onorevole e la carne debol...

I write constantly, trying to avoid the dull pain of gradual loss, trying not to think about the fact that I am leaving soon.

Marya Hornbacher

I write constantly, trying to avoid the dull pain of gradual loss, trying not to think about the fact that I am leaving soon.

Warned me that the tenuous balance that exists in my brain is easily set off kilter, but like everything else he said,

Marya Hornbacher

Warned me that the tenuous balance that exists in my brain is easily set off kilter, but like everything else he said,

They are solid, real. I am an object, useful but hollow. The absence of thought fills me up.

Marya Hornbacher

They are solid, real. I am an object, useful but hollow. The absence of thought fills me up.

There is always reason to care. There is always reason to give. It is what we are here to do.

Marya Hornbacher

There is always reason to care. There is always reason to give. It is what we are here to do.

You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about yo...

Marya Hornbacher

You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about yo...

Tags: marya hornbacher, sexuality, touch, wasted