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When I read Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters way back in the July 2007, I didn't know it was going to be a book that changed my life.
It didn't lead me to some personal discovery about my body image issues (I don't really have any) or new realizations about my disordered eating patterns (I knew exactly what causes my disordered eating patterns.) Instead, it's become the book that is sort of like a soundtrack always running in the background.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't read someone's blog post about diet, weight loss, beauty, eating disorders, or body image and think "Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters".
I was sensitive to body image, diet fads, and overarching beauty standards before I read the book but after reading it... I've become overly sensitive and overly critical.
Go to any diet and weight loss community or any woman's community at all and you'll see women using words like cheat to describe how they've eaten recently (or how they are planning on eating.)
Cheat is a horribly negative word. Why use it to describe eating a food that you've already given yourself permission to eat?
Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters runs through my head when I hear women talk about cheating. I know that there are girls and women who use the word cheat to harm themselves - emotionally and physically.
There's guilt wrapped up in the word cheat and do we really need one more thing to feel guilty about?
Check out this nifty new diet competition, Game On Diet. Looks like fun, doesn't it? I'm sure for some women it is fun but I guarantee you that there are women reading the posts and they're feeling guilty. There are women participating in the fun who are going to feel guilty very quickly for not racking up points for their teams.
Who needs guilt associated with food and weight loss and ultimately body image and self image?
It's not just blog posts and other social media environments that cause the Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters soundtrack to play more loudly my head. Any book I read about diet and body image and eating disorders is colored in some way by Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters.
Feed Me: Writers Dish about Food, Diet, Weight and Body Image by Harriet Brown is the most recent book from this genre that fell into my hands.
When TW saw me reading it she asked why I was reading that depressing book... Hah, she hadn't even read it and she knew it would be depressing and I'm sure she knew I'd be extra sensitive and angry about body images and dieting because I was reading it.
It was depressing. But it was also funny and heartbreaking and well worth reading.
Two pages into the introduction, I stopped reading to check out the story of Brown's daughter Kitty and their use of the Maudsley method for treating her E.D.
But to Kitty it was the object of her deepest fear and loathing. "You're trying to make me fat," she said in a high-pitched, distorted voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She rocked, clutching her stomach, chanting over and over: "I'm a fat pig. I'm so fat."
That summer, Kitty was 14. She was 4-foot-11 and weighed 71 pounds. I could see the angles and curves of each bone under her skin. Her hair, once shiny, was lank and falling out in clumps. Her breath carried the odor of ketosis, the sour smell of the starving body digesting itself.
You guessed it - I was yelling "Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters"... and then I went on to read many fantastic essays, including one by model and BlogHer member Magali Amadei and another by Courtney Martin, author of Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters.
Harriet Brown's story about her struggles with food and diet and body image is also included in the book and it led me to visit her website and learn about her I Love My Body Pledge (sorry, PDF only.)
I _____ pledge to speak kindly about my body.
I promise not to talk about how fat my thighs or stomach or butt are, or about how I really have to lose 5 or 15 or 50 pounds. I promise not to call myself a fat pig, gross, or any other self-loathing, trash-talking phrase.
(Read the rest via the portable version in image format.)
That's where my frustration and my anger kick in again.
Why is this kind of















