Kate: It’s actually really hard for me to talk about my nose job, because it’s so stigmatized, but let me try. I keep telling myself I’ll start talking about it. I’ll probably post on it a few times, since there’s a lot to the story.
If you’ve seen the video I did you may be asking yourself, “Wait…that’s the nose you ended up with afterward?? Exactly how big was it BEFORE??” The surgery was actually pretty unsuccessful. I was in the 5% of cases where something goes wrong, and my nose now is mostly the same as my nose before, except that the bridge is slightly thinner and it’s crooked where it didn’t used to be. My surgeon looked confused and apologetic. He offered to try again. Thanks, nose doctor. Continue Reading »
Maggie: Oh my, what a question. I don’t really know. There’s nothing that I won’t have at least a bit of. But some things make me very anxious. Fried foods and things with unmeasured amounts of oil come to mind.
Lately I’ve been trying to be more “free” with my food choices. Bobby’s leftovers? Sure, I’ll take them! Not finishing your meal? Why yes, I *will* have a bite.
Oddly enough, most of my food rules and anxieties came after I started down the path of “recovery” from my eating disorder. I became obsessed with only eating things that I enjoyed immensely. I didn’t want to eat anything that wasn’t “worth it”. Then I discovered that maybe having a normal relationship with food included eating something even if I didn’t like it much. It included eating something that I didn’t really want but being with my friends instead of eating a few lettuce leaves and going home to binge on something that I loved (and subsequently hated because of binge memories – cereal comes to mind). Continue Reading »
I just read a post on the blog Does Every Woman Have an Eating Disorder? that talked about how food is valued as “good” or “bad,” and how frustrating and confusing that is.
First of all, one of the most interesting things about that blog is the heated debate over the title. Women agree vehemently. They disagree passionately. It’s pretty clear that our relationships with food are complicated and politically charged. Maybe the question should be Can Someone Find Me A Woman Who Eats Without Ascribing Moral Value to Her Food? Despite this being, obviously, the perfect question in terms of content, there are several issues with it as a blog title. For one, it’s really long. For two, it uses the word “ascribing,” and that just sounds pretentious. For three– wow, for three? Really? Continue Reading »
Maggie: I posted this morning on my other blog about how my butt has suddenly become a cushion. Not that it hasn’t always been a cushion. It’s been supple and fairly cushion-y for almost 2 years now. Before then it was quite bony. Back then it was uncomfortable to sit down. Now… it’s getting more and more comfy. Sometimes I like it, but other times I really don’t.
Sometimes it just takes a while to get used to your body when you’re growing, maturing, changing. I’m only 23, but I can feel that my body now wants different things than my body did when it was 19. I can’t really tell if it wants to be more like a cushion or if the cushion-ness is just a by product of… well, acting like a cushion. Sitting at a desk = cushion behavior. Continue Reading »
Thank you, Grandma! Everyone: this should inspire you to submit videos. Look at how brave this woman is! When I asked her if she’d do a video she didn’t even hesitate. Not for a second. She just said, “Sure.” And here she is!
Maggie: When did your relationship with your appearance change? I know you felt good about yourself as a kid.
Kate: Here’s a brief overview, in dramatic story form, because apparently I’m terrible at just answering a question:
I was fourteen, looking in the mirror, dressed as an elfin princess. I wore a gold gown that I’d made myself. It had a random seam running up the entire back, but that didn’t show in the mirror. My boots were knee high, lace-up sienna suede, my hair fell to my waist, curling lightly. I was stunning. I was captivated by my own eyes. Gold and green at the same time. No one else had eyes like that. They were round, and I loved the way they fit into my oval face, which a fashion magazine I’d read once called the “ideal facial shape.” My lips were full and perfectly shaped. My nose had a prominent bridge, and I thought I looked like a bird of prey or a queen. Unlike all those models with their wide set eyes and tiny upturned noses, my face was strikingly closed, bold, and fascinatingly Jewish.
I just found this photo. This is me around 14 or 15. Apparently I did elvin photo shoots, too. Those elves are pretty technologically advanced...
