Repetition brings familiarity, and familiarity is the opposite of the unknown. Steven Levenkron More Quotes by Steven Levenkron More Quotes From Steven Levenkron Self-mutilation is a frightening barrier that keeps us from seeing a person who is lost, in pain, and in desperate need of help. Steven Levenkron painselfneeds The nerves of the skin send pain signals to the brain to warn us of the danger from and impending injury. In the case of self-inflicted wounding, this pain acts as the body's own defense mechanism to stop one from proceeding in the effort at physical injury. If a person proceeds despite the pain, that means that he or she is motivated by something stronger than the pain, something that makes him or her capable of ignoring or enduring it. Steven Levenkron painselfmean She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest." She had to feel it. Steven Levenkron eating-disorderanorexiapain She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go? Steven Levenkron seabyehands She lay on her back and walked her fingers down her ribs, skipped them over her abdomen, and landed on her pelvic bones. She tapped them with her Knuckles. [. . .] I can hear my bones, she thought. Her fingers moved up from her pelvic bones to her waist. The elastic of her underpants barely touched the center of her abdomen. The bridge is almost finished, she thought. The elastic hung loosely around each thigh. More progress. She put her knees together and raised them in the air. No matter how tightly she pressed them together, her thighs did not touch. Steven Levenkron progressbridgesair Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite. Steven Levenkron piecescuttingmeat She'd lost two more pounds. A picture of the models she'd cut out of the magazine flashed through Kessa's mind. And the winner is... seventy-three! Steven Levenkron cuttingmindtwo Soon I'll be thinner than all of you, she swore to herself. And then I'll be the winner. The thinner is the winner. Steven Levenkron winner From the newsstands a dozen models smiled up at her from a dozen magazine covers, smiled in thin-faced, high-cheekboned agreement to Kessa's new discovery. They knew the secret too. They knew thin was good, thin was strong; thin was safe. Steven Levenkron strongagreementdiscovery How silly people were to eat. They thought they needed food for energy, but they didn't. Energy came from will, from self-control. Steven Levenkron selfsillypeople Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful. Steven Levenkron nicerosebeautiful
