Perfection is reached, not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away.
Time spent wasting is not wasted time.
Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.
Thinner is the winner.
You can never be too rich or too thin.
Hunger hurts but starving works.
The flat stomach is nice, but a concave one is perfect.
You will be tempted quite frequently. You will have to choose whether to enjoy yourself wholly for those twenty minutes or so that you will be consuming excess calories, or whether you will despise yourself cordially for the next three days.
Eat to live, but don’t live to eat.
Quod me nutrit, me destruit.
Most women live their lives in a state of starvation. Why should I be any different?
It’s Simple: You decide once and for all that you aren’t going to eat, and there are no further decisions to make.
It’s not deprivation, it’s liberation.
Being normal is over rated.
Food is like art, to be looked at not eaten.
Every time you say no thank you to food, you say yes please to thin.
You have a choice to make, do you want to be ‘normal’ and overweight like the rest of the world, or do you want to be unique and be the girl every overweight person wants to be? It’s all up to you.
I do eat normally: Only what is needful for survival. I can’t help it that we live in a piggish society where gluttony is the norm, and everyone else is constantly stuffing themselves.
Think higher of yourself, you’re too good to put that in your body.
Anorexia is not a self-inflicted disease, it’s a self-controlled lifestyle.
When I wake, I’m empty, light-headed. I like to stay this way, free and pure, light on my feet, traveling light. For me, food’s only interest lies in how little I need, how strong I am, how well I can resist, each time achieving another small victory of the will.
The difference between want and need is self control.
I’ve come too far to take orders from a cookie.
They always say they’re concerned with me, about my health, whey all they want to do is control me. They want to pin me down and force feed me with lies, with what they call love.
The greasy fry, it cannot lie, its truth is written on your thigh.
They say I could die if I get too thin and I tell them I could die getting too fat also. The difference is dieing thin is a challenge and I am not one to give up on a challenge.
We are prisoners of our taste buds - break free.
I want my collarbones and hips to be as sharp as my mind.
You can learn to love anything I think, if you need to badly enough. I trained myself to enjoy feeling hungry. If my stomach contracts, or I wake up feeling nauseated, or I’m light-headed, or have a hunger headache or better yet, all of the above, it means I’m getting thinner, it feels good. I feel strong, on top of myself, in control.
Denying yourself food is not true deprivation - never being thin is.
There is no try, there is only do.
I have a rule when I weigh myself. If I’ve gained then I starve the rest of the day. But if I’ve lost then I starve too.
Re-measure, reweigh, try harder.
Your body is the baggage you must carry through life. The more excess baggage the shorter the trip.
You have such a pretty face, why don’t you try dieting.
Pain is temporary; Pride is forever.
An imperfect body reflects an imperfect person.
Don’t give up wheat you want most for what you want at the moment.
I’m a teenage drama queen, I’ll throw my guts up for self esteem.
Empty is pure, starving is the cure.
Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there.
Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing to take it’s nourishment from the air.
Feed the soul; let the body fast.
If you close your mouth too fast, you can know a sweeter taste.
The less I swallowed, the more I declined. the more I hope to pour things down to the essentials.
The more they give me, the less I eat.
Eat less, weigh less.
Thin has a taste all it’s own.
Happy or sad, rich or poor, it’s better being thin.
I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control, I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.
If it tastes good, it’s trying to kill you.
An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist - but ordinary’s just not good enough today.
The world is control. That’s my ultimate - to have control.
I want to be the smallest I can possibly be…when I see bone, that’s the day I will finally be free.
I’m not a winner. I could be thinner. So I must throw up dinner.
Giving in to food shows weakness, be strong and you will be better than everyone else.
I’m not starving myself, I’m perfecting my emptiness.
Anorexia is not a disease. Anorexia is not a game. Anorexia is a skill, perfected only by a few. The chosen, the pure, the flawless.
Anorexia is like a game, you play, you win, and then it’s over. Or you keep playing.
Nothing. Nothing is wrong. And asking is against the rules. Crying is against the rules. You’re strong, don’t let them break you. They’re trying to destroy you.
Don’t eat. If you want to see food, look in the mirror at your thighs.
What’s in your fingers today is on your hips tomorrow.
The only freedom left is the freedom to starve.
You are what you eat.
Good habits result from resisting temptation.
Food is the most primitive form of comfort.
Act as if it were impossible to fail.
Blessed are the starving, for they shall teach us not to want.
Food pickers wore big knickers.
Don’t eat anything today that you’ll regret tomorrow.
Craving is only a feeling.
Bones define who we really are, let them show.