I realized I was an anorexic, a bulimic, and a compulsive overeater.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As a teen, I was both anorexic and bulimic.
I was bulimic and anorexic for a while, just hating my body. As an actress, I was never thin enough, never pretty enough. My boobs weren't big enough.
I was anorexic in the '60s and '70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.
I must be an anorexic because an anorexic looks in the mirror and sees a fat person.
I had a very public battle with anorexia.
I became hugely overweight and then hated myself because it was a form of self-abuse, something over which I had no control. I think the thing compulsive over-eaters want to achieve is that stuffed-full Christmas afternoon feeling.
I'm, like, a compulsive eater. I'm going to be so fat when I'm older, it's ridiculous.
I unwittingly became sort of this anorexia spokeswoman.
I was an anorexic, beer drinking, class cutting, doodling, shoplifting, skater chick that was into nature, art class, and the beach.
I dare anybody to look at me and say I'm anorexic. I'm so totally not.
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