At the beginning of Marya Hornbacher's book Wasted, she talks about an anorectic in her hometown who doused herself with gasoline and set herself alight because she couldn't bear the knowledge of her corporeality, simply knowing she had a body. She couldn't stand to have a body anymore.
I had never heard my own personal thoughts and emotions described so perfectly up until the point at which I read about the suicidal anorectic.
How fitting.