I judge people by which section they are in in a bookstore

Shallow? Me? Absolutely.

Here’s another that I remember:

I used to treat my condition as an excuse; now I use it to try harder.

It’s a lovely bit of edifying, self-transformational enlightenment, and it functions perfectly well regardless of the condition that you care to attach yourself to (bulimia, ADHD, alcoholism, etc.,). What if this was conceived, improbable as it sounds, by someone after watching an Oprah re-run on the Hallmark channel, or by someone driving home from the strip-club.

Does its stained origins make any more or less meaningful? Is it enhanced or ruined?

It takes too much to decide, so just use it to be better.