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.Eating.Disorder.Quotes.
{We are all butterflies with one wing, we must join together to fly}
If you're anorexic, then you do not need tips on how to not eat.
You do not need to be told how to stop eating.
You do no need to be motivated.
You look in the mirror.
Problem solved.
"Bear in mind, people with eating dissorders tend to be both competitive and intelligent. We are incredibly perfectionistic. We often excel in school,athletics,artistic pursuits. We also tend to quit without warning. Refuse to go to school,drop out,quit jobs,leave lovers,move,lose all our money. We get sick of being impressive. Rather,we tire of having to seem impressive. As a rule,most of us never really believed we were any good in the first place." -Marya Hornbacher - Wasted-
Sure, REAL beauty comes from within...now whatcha gonna do about the outside??-Magazine article
People are always telling me to smile. Like smiling is going to take away all the hurt and pain. Well, I've tried that. I've tried hiding my sorrows and covering my sadness in my smile, and what I've learned is that when it hurts this much inside, your heart always has a way of showing it, no matter how many masks you wear.
Are you that [girl] who is dying inside but refuses to let anyone see, or that [guy] who cries alone in his room but hides behind a smile so as not to look weak? That's the person I am.. [fake smiles]. [tears]. [pain]. Writing is my therapy. Don't take that away from me.
.Self.Injury.Quotes.
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, DID, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused and some were not. We are straight, bi, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
I never saw her do it, I only saw the scars.
I never could imagine what would make her go that far.
I wondered, was she driven by a desperate need to feel,
to find out she was living, to discover life was real?
Or was it that the pain, slicing through her like a knife
was easier to take than the emptiness of life?
If the world's so great, why do I live in it?
You only see what I choose to show you
Behind my smiles you just don't know
All I can do 
Is smile and walk away 
Hide my tears and 
Pretend everything is ok
I know what it's like to want to die. 
How it hurts to smile. 
How you try to fit in but you can't. 
How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside
It only takes one smile 
To hide a million tears
Seeing death... really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous
I'm going to paint a picture 
A picture with a twist
I'll paint it with a razor
I'll paint it on my wrist
And as I paint this picture, a fountain will appear
And as this fountain flows, my pain will disappear
Razor blade, razor blade. Cold and bright. Take away my pain tonight. A tiny prick, a little cut, the light is low, the door is shut. The blade slides in, the blood runs out, along with it: cold, fear, and doubt. Now cover the cut, put the blade away, to wait for use another day.
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