I was not fat and then I made myself fat. I ate everything and I felt safe. I needed to feel safe. I needed my body to be a hulking, impermeable mass. I wasn’t like other girls, I told myself. I got to eat everything I wanted and everything they wanted too. I was so free. We lie the most to ourselves. I was free in a prison of my own making.
I feel every single word of these sentences.
There are days when I have to turn off my feminism to watch Real Housewives. I know the problems inherent in these shows, and I’m not going to fall for the damaging messages. Life is short, and, yes, I want to watch a bunch of women vie for the attentions of a man on The Bachelor. I just do. Roxane Gay (author of Bad Feminist available 8/5) in Marie Claire
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