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Hunger

a Memoir of (my) Body
Apr 10, 2019charliewdelaney rated this title 5 out of 5 stars
For the people who down rated this because it was too personal, I really don't understand what you expected a memoir to be. It's supposed to be uncomfortable, it's supposed to make you squirm and break your heart. It's supposed to be intimate, and personal, in the hopes that even if you don't personally relate, you can at least understand a perspective different from yours. Yes, the book is a bit repetitive, but it's poetic. It reads exactly like living in the aftermath of trauma, as a victim, feels. It is beautiful, haunting, engaging, funny, sad. It made me look at my body and truly appreciate its abilities and strength for the first time in a very, very long time. We spend so much time, especially as women, hating our bodies and punishing them (and our minds), that connecting so intimately with another woman's hatred of her body was radical, revolutionary, and inspiring. For people who have experienced trauma and body image issues, this book was a welcome read, like opening up all the wounds we're all desperately trying to hide, putting some salve on them, and remembering the best way to heal is to stop picking at them and learn to live around our hurts.