Stumbled upon this in Opinionista, a recent find, which is starting to become a very favorite blog (and a very popular one, it seems). This old, almost two year old post (I have to admit, I do like going back and reading archieves of favorite blogs) caught my attention and since the topic at hand was only very recently touched upon, thought I'd throw it in here. The thought that eating disorders are more prevalent than you would like to think is sort of starting to get scary. I do, however, remember that for the most part of my own E/D history, I was scared that I'm one of a very few freaks of nature... not that the knowledge of a "collective problem" would have made it easier or any less personal.

I like the way she puts it:

"I want to gather all the brilliant, driven, powerhouse women I know and sequester them in the desert for a three-day festival celebrating our boundless failures, imperfections and inadequacies."

and the way she ends it:

"I want to convince [...] all the frail skeletal remains of powerful women around me, that no matter how much we monitor, control, obsess and sacrifice, all to condense our physical presence and diminish ourselves to fit an impossible mold of supposed perfection, we will still be hopelessly, hideously, beautifully flawed."