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Ayelet speaks to and for me in this article. I am almost 55 and if I could reclaim the amount of time and energy I have spent obsessing about food and my weight, my life would seem decades longer. I do not worry about my daughter, and I do not research anorexia, but what really hits home for me in this writing is the damage we do to ourselves.
We may choose to blame genetics, the media, our ethnicity or other factor. The tragedy here is that we waste precious time thinking and suffering about this issue.
I have read many times in many places that "losing weight doesn't make you happy". That is a load of crap. It is easier to live in this country when you are thin, and I for one, am happy when I can fit into and look good in anything I want. My behaviour changes when I am thin; when I am overweight I limit my social contacts and my activities. I get depressed. This is simply the truth for me.
I am not an intellectual lightweight (pun intended) nor a shallow person. But let's be real. Life is easier (and better) for those women who are not fat.
