Notes from the Road
When writing Lying in Weight, I listened to many stories of devastation and hope. I heard about relapses and slips, hard work and ultimate triumph. As I compiled each chapter, I imagined how readers would receive the stories, as I interpreted them.
My book tour, which ended a short while ago, left little to the imagination. I met people from all walks of life, gasping at horrific statistics, laughing at ridiculous thoughts, crying as they told me about their daughters, mothers, grandmothers, stepmothers, sisters, friends -- and themselves.
I met a 40-something mother in Boston who is, for the first time, getting help for anorexia; a teen from a therapeutic boarding school In New Manchester, Vermont who cried as she told me about her mother and sister (both have anorexia) and her fears of going down the same eating-disordered path; a young woman in Milwaukee who whispered to her boyfriend -- after I explained the five categories of men who partner up with women who have eating disorders. "You’re the rescuer kind," she said. And he grinned in recognition.
