I was trapped in my body, one that I barely recognized or understood, but at least I was safe.”
I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. I buried the girl I was because she ran into all kinds of trouble.
“ I ate and ate and ate in the hopes that if I made myself big, my body would be safe. Synopsis: From the bestselling author of Bad Feminist: a searingly honest memoir of food, weight, self-image, and learning how to feed your hunger while taking care of yourself
