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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

What is the price to be thin?

There is a saying I hear every now and then: “Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.” I think about this every time I want pizza or cheetos or fries with bacon and ranch. I also think about the pictures from my senior year in college, and how I thought I was so unattractive and fat. How I actually felt lucky to be with a good looking guy- nevermind the fact that he was scum bag.
But sometimes it’s not enough and I pig out anyway. Sometimes food tastes better than empty, you know what I mean? Sometimes eating, no matter what it is, as long as it’s with friends, feels really good.
Sometimes eating alone feels good, too. Sometimes watching TV with a grilled cheese or a bag of baked Doritos feels so satisfying. Sometimes sitting at my desk at lunch hour and devouring a sandwich while I read someone else’s blog makes me very, very happy.
So is it the actual food, the euphoria, the comfort that I crave? And why do I struggle with letting myself enjoy it?
When I meet people who are naturally skinny and can eat whatever they want, I hate them…mostly because I would give anything to be them. To be really thin, just once. To be so thin I could slip on a wedding dress and have someone notice how delicate I was. To look in me in all white like white was made for me. I picture this skinny girl walking down an aisle in just over a year and I picture everyone gawking at shoulder blades and tiny arms and knowing that underneath all that fabric and slip, there are incredible, thin, toned legs.
Is the image enough to make me do it? Only once in my life has it been. After college and a miserable breakup I worked long days, doing display at a department store by day and waiting tables by night. I was so bitter, working so many hours, hauling so much ass that food gave me no satisfaction at all. I didn’t have the time or energy to eat. The only thing that did was completely sink my thoughts into work and out of my personal life. I got really thin. I felt like it happened so quick, I didn’t even notice that I was losing weight, I just noticed that I had no desire to eat. And then one day a size 8 pair of pants were literally falling off of me. I bought a shirt that showed my mid drift and I wanted to wear it all the time. I got so many compliments and maybe for the first time, I believed people meant it when they said I was beautiful.
So the shirt is in my closet now, and I refuse to throw it away. It is black and has a silver star on it. The perfect length sleeves and the perfect amount of stretch for a really flat stomach…something I may never see again.
So why do I get satisfaction from food? Why does anyone? What does it replace for us? I feel like if I could figure that out, I could be the vision in white (or ivory) that I dream about.


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