“ It is crucial to notice the language we use when we talk about our bodies. We speak as if there was one collected perfect body, a singular entity that we’re all after. The trouble is, I think we are after that one body. We grew up with the impression that underneath all this normal flesh, buried deep in the excessive recesses of our healthy bodies, there was a Perfect Body just waiting to break out. It would look exactly like everyone else’s perfect body. A clone of the shapeless, androgynous models, the hairless, silicone-implanted porn stars, Somehow we, in defiance of nature, would have toothpick thighs and burgeoning bosoms, buns of steel and dainty firm delts. As Andy Warhol wrote, “The more you look at the same exact thing… the better and emptier you feel.
Wasted by Marya Hornbacher
