presence, reminded anoretic: fear. needs, food, sleep, touch, simple c — Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir Anorexia Bulimia

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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 afraid of being human. Implicit in human contact is the exposure of the self, the interaction of the selves. The self I'd had, once upon a time, was too much. Now there was no self at all. I was a blank.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

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