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310 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 20, 2012
“We’re excited, too, but y’all have to settle down if we wanna make it to dinner on time.”
The room quieted like she wielded a machete."
“I have no routine, unless you want to include thinking about food, dreaming about food, drawing pictures of food on the damp mirror after my showers”"
“I wanted to say, Mom, don’t leave me here. I don’t belong here. I belong at home, spending the summer with my best friends: Bojangles, McDonald’s, Smithfield’s, and the DQ.”
“I couldn’t picture my mother and me digging in the dirt together. She had her hobbies, like spin class, and I had mine, like finding new ways to make a sub.”
“Exercise?” I asked. The brochure had called the camp a retreat. I’d pictured groups of girls making macramé plant holders and friendship bracelets out of gimp. Relaxing in hammocks while listening to the birds.”
“People have a misconception that they have to spend their days eating celery and running marathons. We are going to kick that rumor into the gutter. Now. There are dozens of ways to enjoy exercise. Just like there are dozens of ways to change your diet. We’re here to show you creative ways to do both. A little creativity goes a long way.”
“Laughing, cheeks bright red, heads nodding to the music, whale-like bodies moving with an odd sort of grace through the water.”
“Another girl—three-fifteen—dangled three rungs in front of me, kicking her legs but not moving forward. Another in the lead would fall, jump up to catch the bars, then fall again. The girl in front of me slipped and landed hard on her butt. I had barely gripped the first rung when I followed her to the ground.”
“Keep moving!” Ms. Diggs shouted. “You don’t want to get kicked in the head!”
“Pushing the voice away, I moved on to the Hula-hoops, but the plastic ring never made it higher than my knees.”
“Reflection time,” Ms. Diggs sang as she handed each of us a power bar before shooing us away like little flies. “Think, pray, write, sing, be one with yourselves.”
“You’re here because you need to gain insight into who you are. By searching within yourselves, you can discover why you do the things you do. Food addiction is not about the actual food. It’s about the way food makes you feel. The way it overtakes your life. The way it controls you.”
“They nodded with understanding, because they, too, had let a particular moment in their lives define who they were, what they had become. I no longer wanted to be defined by the guilt eating me alive on the inside and the fear responsible for adding layers of protection on the outside. It was as though with every exposed detail, a tiny little pound melted away.”
“I couldn’t imagine sharing a room with nineteen other fat, sweaty girls, all stretched out on their beds at the same time while trying to get their shorts pulled up. No wonder so many of my bunkmates didn’t change their clothes before bed. Too much work.”
“A few girls fell over into the sand. Tim-ber!”
“A thin pretty girl with silky smooth skin and polished pink nails, her long blond hair tied back in a high ponytail, sparkly earrings dangling from her tiny lobes. Her bottom lip stuck out in a perfect model’s pout.”
“Does someone you know have an eating disorder? Have you tried to help this person? If so, how? Were they open to your advice?”