Less Than Her




In the hospital bed, coming to us via satellite, on the television talk show, a woman weighs barely herself at forty-nine pounds.


Her idea was to weigh less than her pain, her loneliness.  Her world is black and white. Everything is either good or bad, a success or a failure, fat or thin.


Fat is bad, thin is good. The thinner the better. And, thinnest is best—Most of the cupped water flows down her chin—colorless, calorieless.


She never feels thin enough: little waif, organza veil, flower petal. She said food detained her.




- Jami Macarty