“I don’t hate her more than I hate any of my other friends.” “Maybe she’ll invite me to stay with her in Paris if she comes here first.”Īnnie shrugged. “I’ve got my friend Sophie from Paris,” Annie said. They rented a three-bedroom in the trendy part of town with the hope that they’d keep the spare bedroom as a guest room. Joy and Annie had become roommates even though they were also good friends, a risky decision that in most contexts could be cataclysmic, but as it was they bought a couch split fifty-fifty and although he was Annie’s cat, Joy would feed Simon in the mornings and Annie would feed him at night. I’ll hear her voice as I wait at a stoplight or even when I pee. One time, just once, when I’d called and started in on the same conversation about my weight and how fat I am, she said as I was sobbing,Īnd that moment I think about all the time. She usually tells me I’m crazy and that I should stop obsessing. i cry about it a lot, mostly to myself and sometimes to my mom. I would love to tell you that it doesn’t define how I think of myself, but those are just words and they’re not making me feel what it is I want to feel and what it is that I want to feel is thinner. i never want to look at it, but I can’t stop staring at it in the mirror whenever I get the chance. I think about what other people think about it, and what they think of me because of it. There’s no flattering way for me to sit with it so I think about ways to not sit, and I think about sucking it in whenever it is that I am sitting. When I’m sitting, it juts out in the most hideous way with big folds.
I think about the way it looks in shirts and dresses, the way it sits over my jeans and hangs over the edge. Let me tell you something about my stomach. Perceptive, mordantly funny, and full of heart, How to Fall Out of Love Madly examines women’s many relationships-with one another, their mothers, their work, men, and themselves-to reveal their underlying power and complexity.
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