The Ink-Pot and the Palette

When I was an anorexic teenager, I was convinced that if I was very thin and won a National Merit Scholarship, I would get to be in the Seventeen College Issue, which (for reasons that now escape me) I thought was Essence de Cool On a Coolburger Bun. I was and I did and I wasn't in the magazine, which disappointed the hell out of me.

I think that all heavy people have at least some degree of belief that Thin = Perfect Life, and we really don't ever want to get to Thin and then there's nothing there but, well, Life.