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.

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful, and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.

For me, the interesting thing about anorexia is that you show your wound. There's no hiding it. So my anger and sense of disappointment, all the stuff I was out of touch with, became this visible rebuke to my parents.

Violence is spiritual junk food, and boredom is spiritual anorexia.

Anorexia you starve yourself. Bulimia you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia you just deny yourself. It's about control.