“I ate and ate and ate in the hopes that if I made myself big, my body would be safe,” she writes. The author exposes the personal demons haunting her life-namely weight and trauma-which she deems “the ugliest, weakest, barest parts of me.” Much of her inner turmoil sprang from a devastating gang rape at age 12. Gay ( Bad Feminist, 2014, etc.) pulls no punches in declaring that her story is devoid of “any powerful insight into what it takes to overcome an unruly body and unruly appetites.” Rather than a success story, it depicts the author, at 42, still in the throes of a lifelong struggle with the fallout from a harrowing violation in her youth.
A heart-rending debut memoir from the outspoken feminist and essayist.
