Fifty-four days from now (Feb 27), my husband and I will board a ginormous 747 jet non-stop from Chicago to Seoul, where we’ll spend a week with my brother in his temporarily-adopted city of Gunsan.
Though we’ve both traveled extensively in Europe and Latin America, neither of us have ever been to Asia — so we’re in for some culture shock, I’m sure!
That said, I couldn’t be more excited to see where my brother is living, teaching English, hanging out. It’ll be the trip of a lifetime and I feel fortunate to be able to do this now, while we’re still (relatively) young and don’t have children yet. Continue reading “Korea in 54 Days!”→
There’s a new fiction book out about a teenage girl’s descent into anorexia called Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson.
Apparently it’s causing quite the stir, even though it hasn’t become as popular as other “thinspiration” or “pro-ana” books might be; perhaps it’s too new?
All the same, the general concern in the eating disorder recovery field is that books like these could encourage certain teens to engage in disordered eating behavior, particularly those already predispositioned for perfectionist tendencies.
Some feel books like this — though raw and brutal and unpleasant — end up glorifying EDs for some teens, plunging them headfirst into a world of disordered eating to lose weight, or look better, etc.
One of my fave bloggers, MamaVision shared a link on her blog that I loved re: BMI. Click here, to check out Kate Harding’s a slideshow, the BMI Project, that proves just how ridiculous BMI standards really are.
As MamaV puts it, “BMI is a bunch of B.S.” (And I happen to agree).
It sounds really interesting. I admit I don’t know much about the movement, but I can easily see the point in not hating yourself just because of the size of your thighs or hips. Definitely want to see if I can get my hands on a copy …
From our earliest memories, every Halloween and Easter and Christmas (ok any holiday where candy was involved), my brother, sister and I would sit down in the living room, bags, pumpkins, stockings, baskets turned upside down and trade loot while our parents watched on in amazement at how disciplined we were in our execution of the mighty trade.
We never fought about the deals being made (even as we got older), and if my mom said, “You can eat just one piece now!” we listened to her.
My brother, 27 now, always let my sister (25 now) and I have the best candy — he’d trade us his chocolate or jelly beans for nasty Sweet-tarts or Bottle Caps or Mary Janes.
My inter-library loan was taking too darn long, so I hit up B&N Friday night after we’d gone out to dinner with friends and picked up Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters.
I literally had trouble putting it down, and found myself reading til about 2 a.m.! I’m about a third of the way through now, and could see myself finishing it by mid-week.
Courtney Martin’s style is so easy, and for someone who is only 25, she writes like a pro about the preoccupation young women today feel towards their bodies.
Instead of being “good girls” like our moms were maybe taught to be, our generation somehow got the notion we need to be “perfect girls,” a third wave of “feminism” where body-loathing is the norm, a now-essential part of being female. Continue reading “Book Update”→
After all, every woman seems to be a “disordered eater” in one way or another.
And since I never truly binged; never binged and purged (I cry when I throw up; last time was alcohol-induced, at a Dave Matthews Band concert back in 1999); and never starved myself, I was “in the clear,” so to speak … at least in my own little head.
I didn’t classify myself with the girls who threw up their lunches or worked out for four hours a day and lived on lettuce leaves.
I had a complex, thinking, “Well, I’d do anything but that …” as though that made me less culpable or something.
In my head, I wasn’t one of “them”. I just exercised a lot and watched every morsel that went into my mouth.