Like I said, trigger warning. I found the article to be mildly triggering and I was prepared for it so be warned.
Okay, so there’s this writer for Vogue. She admits to having issues with food: obsessive dieting, fasting, laxative use, and so on. Her little seven-year-old daughter gets diagnosed by her doctor as being “clinically obese.” Rather than doing something that is mentally healthy for the child to help her lose weight, her mother becomes super obsessed with her food intake, going as far as denying the girl dinner one day because she has 800 calories at school for French Heritage Day; not letting her have Pizza Friday at school ’cause the girl has a corn salad one day as a side dish; berating and throwing away the girl’s Starbucks hot chocolate when the worker didn’t know the exact calories in the drink; yelling at and berating the girl for accepting “unhealthy” snacks from the girl’s friends’ parents; shaming her at parties for wanting cake and a cookie; and so on.
How did Bea feel at the end of this? From Vogue:
For Bea, the achievement is bittersweet. When I ask her if she likes how she looks now, if she’s proud of what she’s accomplished, she says yes…Even so, the person she used to be still weighs on her. Tears of pain fill her eyes as she reflects on her yearlong journey. “That’s still me,” she says of her former self. “I’m not a different person just because I lost sixteen pounds.” I protest that, indeed, she is different. At this moment, that fat girl is a thing of the past. A tear rolls down her beautiful cheek, past the glued-in feather. “Just because it’s in the past,” she says, “doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”