With An Anorexic I have very little sympathy for someone whose disease involves poor self-image. The idea that perfect control over your body is possible is so WASPy, as is the idea that other people actually spend their time caring whether you reach it or not. I read about in Vogue where young people cut themselves every day. The silent suffering and self-containedness of anorexia, in the grand scheme of life, is really worthless. Internalized drama is everything pathetic about drama with none of the majesty.
Anorexics never kick out the jams.
I fucking hate passive-aggressive behavior. While my sympathy is small, my jealousy is big. Anorexics always seem to have more thoughts than I do. All those intricacies and picayune habits. Keeping my consumption of peas to 7 per day, while not letting the fork touch my lips, just doesn't enter in the picture.