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Preface Frontiers Roundtable Not Tragically Fat! Susan Bordo Until my younger sister was born, I was the baby of our family. Th en, when I was four, she was brought into the house and I began to eat. First, I’m told (it may be a family myth), it was her toe, which they say I tried to bite off the fi rst night she came home. Th en it was chunks of white bread, gauged from the middle of the loaf, compressed into chewy lumps and dunked in mustard. I had to do my binging when no one was home, though, as my father himself in those days was fat and I became his shame- surrogate— not only for over- eating but for failure to “stick to” anything: diets, learning to swim, fi nishing school assignments. “You’re just like your Aunt Etta,” he’d say scornfully, dis- gust twisting his mouth; she was even fatter than he was and branded as the “lazy one” among his siblings. I got fatter and fatter, and more and more afraid and ashamed of my body. I couldn’t climb the ropes or jump over the horse in gym class, and the gym teacher shook his http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies University of Nebraska Press

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University of Nebraska Press
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1536-0334

Abstract

Frontiers Roundtable Not Tragically Fat! Susan Bordo Until my younger sister was born, I was the baby of our family. Th en, when I was four, she was brought into the house and I began to eat. First, I’m told (it may be a family myth), it was her toe, which they say I tried to bite off the fi rst night she came home. Th en it was chunks of white bread, gauged from the middle of the loaf, compressed into chewy lumps and dunked in mustard. I had to do my binging when no one was home, though, as my father himself in those days was fat and I became his shame- surrogate— not only for over- eating but for failure to “stick to” anything: diets, learning to swim, fi nishing school assignments. “You’re just like your Aunt Etta,” he’d say scornfully, dis- gust twisting his mouth; she was even fatter than he was and branded as the “lazy one” among his siblings. I got fatter and fatter, and more and more afraid and ashamed of my body. I couldn’t climb the ropes or jump over the horse in gym class, and the gym teacher shook his

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Frontiers: A Journal of Women StudiesUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Jan 29, 2020

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