I’m sad that anyone would feel so bad about herself that she would abuse her body this way, but at the same time, I see a lot of the same neuroses in myself. Just a little shove, or a little bit different circumstances in my life might have pushed me this way. In the end, I’m glad to have read this. It makes me think harder about the way I think of and treat my body, and the way I think of other women. A point I got from this book is that we women are too hard on each other. Instead of comparing diets and pants sizes, maybe we ought to be just loving each other.