October 19, 2020
Perfectly Thin is Margaret McHeyzer’s newest must-read. I love that she writes stories that are about hard subjects. Real. Raw. Ones that make you think. Make you change your way of thinking even. I have two girls. Eleven and thirteen years old. This is the kind of story I needed. It’s a subject that I worry about with my girls.
Jane is a senior in high school. She isn’t popular. She has two best friends. Would rather hang out with them, read a book, or be with family rather than go to a party. She is smart, beautiful, and loved. She has always been different. Bigger than her sisters and classmates. She recently lost some weight in a healthy way. She is proud herself until she goes on a date. With an asshole. She was planning on losing more weight. A few pounds at most. Then she would be someone. Someone who others wanted to be. Someone to be loved. Someone to someone instead of something. She saw herself as fat. That was it. That everyone watched her. Everyone saw her as an elephant. So, those few pounds? Turn into more. More exercise. Less food. Then she would be someone. But, what happens when it goes too far? Will her body survive? Will the voices take control or will she?
Wow!! This. All of this. Margaret is the queen of the hard subjects. This one is one that I so worry about raising two girls. I have always taught them to not give a fuck what others think but as they turn into teens, it’s even harder. Kids are assholes. Adults are too. My girls are eleven and thirteen. The hard years. I try so hard to be careful with this subject. One loves sugar. One has OCD among other things. It’s a balance. To be healthy. To have a healthy relationship with food. I have had my ups and downs and still do. This book will stay with me and help with hard conversations. Thank you, Margaret for writing the hard subjects. I know it’s not always easy but worth it.
“You’re going to die, Jane,” she says again, this time in a slower, drawn-out breath.
“I just need to lose some more weight so I can look like everyone else,” I say to her.
I’m not letting you win, you, asshole. I control you, you don’t control me. To hell with you, food. I’ll eat when I want, not when you want to provoke me. I hate you. You controlling, manipulative, evil, asshole.
“I want to be a witness to your amazing life as it unfolds.”