You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.Character
Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.Humor Emotions Art
There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.Sadness
It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.Emotions Love
Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.Humor
I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...Positive Attitude
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.Feeling Lie
I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.Failure
I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.Smile Strength
You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against. 
There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore. 
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. 
Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating. 
I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy... 
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves. 
It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say. 
I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable. 
I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?
I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?
Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.