Marya Hornbacher Quote
You know those afternoons, he asks, drawing a shaking breath, where you’re just going along, doing fine, and then afternoon comes and it feels like you’ve just got the wind knocked out of you and everything is wrong? He sighs and slowly pushes himself so he’s sitting upright. His shoulders are slumped. That’s all, he says. It’s just one of those afternoons.We are silent for a minute. Then he lies back down on the couch.I should say I love him. I should say it will be all right. But it won’t.I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I lie down on my side and stare at the wall, the blue-flowered wallpaper next to my nose. Despite my best efforts, I start to cry.I know those afternoons.
Marya Hornbacher
You know those afternoons, he asks, drawing a shaking breath, where you’re just going along, doing fine, and then afternoon comes and it feels like you’ve just got the wind knocked out of you and everything is wrong? He sighs and slowly pushes himself so he’s sitting upright. His shoulders are slumped. That’s all, he says. It’s just one of those afternoons.We are silent for a minute. Then he lies back down on the couch.I should say I love him. I should say it will be all right. But it won’t.I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I lie down on my side and stare at the wall, the blue-flowered wallpaper next to my nose. Despite my best efforts, I start to cry.I know those afternoons.
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About Marya Hornbacher
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.