Recommended to me by a graduate school friend who is married to the author. (Thank you, Chris! You have always been so kind.)

I can't say enough about this book.

Probably, I can't say much, because a lot of it is so similar to my experience. Not the yoga part. Or the meditation part. I don't do either of those things.

But the brain-fuck of body image and disordered eating. Yes. Those things. This book is a trip through a woman's mind through a life of self-doubt and self-cruelty and self-imposed discipline that becomes destructive, to a place where she can say, "my body is my best friend," in the words of a toddler schoolmate of her son.

I am so far from saying "my body is my best friend." It's not even a casual acquaintance. It's basically my enemy. I can't remember a time when it wasn't.

I have a long way to go. But reading this book makes it seem like there's a pathway out.

~ Walt Whitman, poet

Has anyone tried any of this book's recipes?