Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

by Roxane Gay

And then I think about how fucked up it is to promote this idea that our truest selves are thin women hiding in our fat bodies like imposters, usurpers, illegitimates.

I don’t want to change who I am. I want to change how I look.

We’re supposed to restrict our eating while indulging in the fantasy that we can, indeed, indulge.

I will be the girl everyone loves to hate to love as my teeth yellow and my hair falls out but my body finally begins to become more acceptable, until my body withers and then disappears, stops taking up space.

they understand “fat” as something shameful, something insulting, while I understand “fat” as a reality of my body. When I use the word, I am not insulting myself.