My Body

All my life I have struggled to feel at home in my own body. As far back as I can remember I have always felt that it was less than. Less than what a real and complete person should be. The first time I starved myself I was around 11 years old. That went on for almost a full year. Stealing my mother’s Slim Fast, hiding uneaten food, throwing out school lunches to make it look like I ate. This is just what girls did to their bodies. They starved themselves, mind and body, to shrink down far enough that they could reach the ideal: the unhealthy and unattainable Perfect Woman.