JENNY EATS THE WORLD

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Quotes from “Jenny Eats The World:”

If beauty was power, then certainly skinny held power as well. Though the more weight I lost, the more I felt powerless to Ed’s demands. I could hear a voice telling me, “This is wrong,” right before Ed reminded me that “no one will want me in any other size.” The summer stripped me away from any ambition beyond sharpening myself down to the bone, as my obsession with food became a part of my personality.

“Me, Myself & Ed”
Pg. 21
I suddenly felt ok disassociating myself from my title, as my identity shifted from “Jenny the swimmer” to “Jenny the swammer.” I realized that I could be “Jenny-comma-anything.” And if I wanted to shift my narrative of who I wanted to be, I’d pick another interest and just keep trying.

Narcissistic Thoughts And Drunken Exclamations
Pg. 58
Sliding behind Kylie’s screen, I reckoned we didn’t talk because we had nothing to talk about. Her initial Facebook message was rooted in appearance, but face-to-face, there was nothing to say. I found out from another student that Kylie had sent a similar message about connecting in Italy because that person was pretty. Albeit flattering, I was affronted that Kylie only wanted to be friends based on my looks. Was I wrong in this thinking? Was I being ungrateful, petty, and self-righteous? Then again, all my friends were beautiful. At least, they were beautiful to me. And at least I didn’t source girls off the internet. Maybe, my roommate was curating a dream team of girlies to sit VIP in at Europe’s hottest clubs. Or maybe, she was just lonely.

Eataly
Pg. 75
At this point, there was little to say. The strain between me and Donatella was taut, and Mario sought pleasure in playing that chord. Angelica was too young to understand, and Mr. Luis was indifferent to it all. As we drove back to the suburbs in silence, I plastered a smile across my face, keen to show Donatella that she could scold me, but she would not break me.

The Italian Job
Pg. 108
“I didn’t recognize you, Jenny.” I know he wanted to show support, but he didn’t know how. My weight gain was rapid and pulled me down into a new degree of depression. I had lost the spark in my eyes; I had lost the spirit in my step. I hollowed myself during that year on ships to stay afloat; chasing status more than I did the sale. I had told friends, family, and guests on the ship about how much I “loved my job,” because I didn’t want to seem unappreciative while sailing across the Caribbean. These fallacies dug me into a deeper hole of deception, leaving me to binge to fill the void. I may have retired from an opportunity to work upon the seven seas, but I wasn’t about to give up travel just yet.

Gallery Girl
Pg. 169
Back home, everyone knew me as “the skinny friend.” So, when the “skinny friend” gained weight, I carried more burdens on my shoulders than I did a pudge around my waist. But here in Budapest, where I only knew Brooklyn, it dawned on me that I did not have to be “the skinny girl who gained weight,” I could be whoever I wanted to be.

The Trip of a Lifetime
Pg. 177
"God, I’m here. Are you?" I longed for a bolt of lightning to pierce through my soul, to burn through the faulty wires in my brain and save me from spending money at the bakery. Eventually, my panicked breath began to slow down, allowing me to hear the calming winds on the water. With ten million Koreans in Seoul, I searched up and down the river without spotting another human. I was alone and god was nowhere to be found.

The Seoul Solution
Pg. 218
Disease and evil had no place here. Koh Chang’s crystal blue waters diluted my bulimic brain, erasing my recent health scare. Wanderlust suppressed my demonic desires like a magic wand. *Poof* I was cured.

Th Seoul Solution
Pg. 229
In high school, I would set the dinner table while watching Access Hollywood, where Mario Lopez treated every celebrity like the Queen. My humble mother would finish seasoning her chicken etouffee, hinting at the successful recipe, reminding me that “men like a woman who can cook.”

Homecoming
Pg. 252
I tried disassociating. Masking up into corporate mode for ten hours a day, unveiling into an artist at night. I would wake up around 5am each morning, work out and prepare breakfast as I read poetry with my coffee. Preparing for a momentous day, this optimism vanished once I slipped my flats on and reached for the door. Each time I stared out at my newly financed, emerald green, Fiat 500, the coffee churned in my stomach. I did not want to get in my car. And I loved that car. But that car symbolized my commute. And that commute stripped me away from myself.

Emotionally Bankrupt
Pg. 285

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Disease and evil had no place here. Koh Chang’s crystal blue waters diluted my bulimic brain, erasing my recent health scare. Wanderlust suppressed my demonic desires like a magic wand. *Poof* I was cured.

In high school, I would set the dinner table while watching Access Hollywood, where Mario Lopez treated every celebrity like the Queen. My humble mother would finish seasoning her chicken etouffee, hinting at the successful recipe, reminding me that “men like a woman who can cook.”

JENNY EATS THE WORLD

Disease and evil had no place here. Koh Chang’s crystal blue waters diluted my bulimic brain, erasing my recent health scare. Wanderlust suppressed my demonic desires like a magic wand. Poof I was cured.