This book was the seed that was planted which, when it grew up, started the Big Beautiful Woman Movement. This is a powerful book, and I consider it a good read for anyone who suffers from fat oppression, which means, anyone who is overweight. One cannot be fat in American Culture without being ridiculed, commented on by total strangers and possibly less in this new millennium, struggling to Roamans/Lane Bryant Catalogs for your clothing.***
For the first time in my life, I learned that other fat women felt exactly as I felt, experienced the same kind of emotional abuse from strangers, did secret eating, were yelled at by immature men driving by in cars, making mooing noises, shouting insults. This book helped me not to be alone in my fatness.
Many a doctor had made the pronouncement to me: "You are not just fat, you're obese, Morbidly Obese." as if the shame could change the fact that I weighed 188 pounds when I left eighth grade. This book touches on all the aspects of fat, food, emotional eating, eating to suppress feelings and, in some cases, memories, too terrible to know.
Across the medical spectrum, if I have ever had a problem, the immediate first cause of it is fat. Is it a broken arm or urinary tract infection? Fat. Women with cancer? Caused by their fat. How old does a fat woman have to be before she dies of natural causes? Gotcha! it's Always the fat.
The title "Shadow On a Tightrope" comes from the poem
"whoever i am i'm a fat woman" by Sharon Bas Hannah.
This book broke silence about fat oppression. It has stories, essays, poetry, scholarly works citing just about every article or paper on the subject at that time. It's a great Pathfinder, if you can find it. I still own the copy I bought from Nancy Finke & Flora Faraci at Jane Addams Bookstore on the second floor of the Fine Arts Building in Chicago, the week it came out, in 1983.
***It should here be noted here that Roamans/Lane Bryant Company has cornered the market on ugly fabric, uncomfortable garments and clothing that has never had the word, "FASHION" written on a piece of paper, waved over it. I had to start buying my clothes there in fifth grade, and I can honestly say, nothing they ever sold me was pretty, comfortable or fashionable. For almost 40 years of my life I have worn their crap. I'm entitled to call it crap. I earned the right, wearing it.