Posts Tagged: eating disorders

A Lumpy, Misshapen Book: Talking with Elissa Washuta

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Elissa Washuta discusses her chapbook, STARVATION MODE.

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Fitting In

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Without men around to impress, I discovered my own taste—what desire meant beyond the desire to be desirable.

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Everybody Is Fine: Talking with Jasmine Guillory

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Jasmine Guillory discusses her debut novel, The Wedding Date, finding success, writing sex, and the revolutionary act of eating.

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Becoming Bodies

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[W]e wanted something different from each other’s bodies than what was actually there, which might be why our bodies sometimes came together.

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Thick and Thin

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Today is not the day I can eat like a normal person and not tomorrow either. But maybe the day after that or the next one after.

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Setting aside Time for Magic: Talking with Myriam Gurba

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Myriam Gurba discusses her new memoir, MEAN, her writing process, and why she has hope for patriarchy’s dissolution.

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Our Own Bodies: A Conversation with JoAnna Novak

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JoAnna Novak discusses her novel, I Must Have You, eating disorders, and writing characters that challenge our expectations of how women should behave.

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It’s All Finger-Pointing at the Moon: A Conversation with Carolyn Zaikowski

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Carolyn Zaikowski discusses her most recent book, In a Dream, I Dance by Myself, and I Collapse, the psychology of repetition, and honoring the power of language.

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Erasing the Girl: Why Don’t We Trust Women to Tell Their Stories of Disordered Eating?

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I didn’t want to criticize her, or demand explanations from her. I just wanted to hear her speak.

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This Week in Indie Bookstores

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Are great bookstores just good capitalism? People are more concerned with being fat than with eating disorders, if we go by the number of books in each respective section at one blogger’s local bookstore. A Tennessee bookstore will include a restaurant inside of it.

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Voices on Addiction: Shame Is a Treble Hook

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Shame is a treble hook that tells me that 1) I not only fail but am a failure, that 2) I not only damage people but I am damaged, and that 3) I not only lie but I am a lie.

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Rumpus Original Fiction: Straw House

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“It’s not healthy, how you live. People aren’t meant to sleep all day. We need the sun. We’re meant to live in the sun.”

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Missing

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I long to learn from my darkest teachers, feel the stab of their spectacular rejection. Perhaps I feel most alive when I’m hurting.

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The Saturday Rumpus Interview: Jen Pastiloff

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I am good at making people feel safe.

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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Thunder, Thighs

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Over one third of the women in my survey had been called “Thunder Thighs” at some point in their life. Many were still haunted by this. None of them interpreted “thunder” to mean “power.

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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Queen of Decay

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I wish it had been: Amy was a brilliant and tortured artist. Lets explore her brilliance. Let’s watch her perform.

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The Rumpus Interview with Kara Richardson Whitely

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Author Kara Richardson Whitely discusses her new memoir, Gorge: My Journey Up Kilimanjaro at 300 Pounds, surviving food addiction and the trauma of being molested, and what comes next.

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Foodphobia

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It’s easy to forget just how fraught our culture’s relationship with food is, until you see example after example of “food horror” piled on top of each other like so many potato chips. Which is to say that Future Shipwreck‘s supercut of negative depictions of food in the TV series Pretty Little Liars is strangely compelling and not […]

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Re-examining the “Dysfunctional Pleasure” of Eating Disorders

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That the Ironman participant may be as vain or as emotionally distressed as a freely directed exerciser becomes irrelevant, because the Ironman race, like a Thanksgiving feast, takes place in the presence of many others pursuing the same extreme pleasure. It has finite, communally agreed-upon bounds. Thanksgiving lasts for only one day; an Ironman has three […]

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Halloween is Waiting

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Every Halloween, the ghost of my 11 year-old self haunts me. She’s in the candy aisle at Rite Aid gorging on fun-size Twix bars. She’s wrapping candy corn lights around her neck. She’s trying on a vampire costume grinning through plastic fangs with a scraggly black wig in her eyes. She’s concerned about extra roll […]

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