Born Round: A Story Of Family, Food And A Ferocious Appetite - Plot & Excerpts
So you’re just going to have to go with me on this: I was a baby bulimic. I Maybe not baby—toddler bulimic is more like it, though I didn’t so much toddle as wobble, given the roundness of my expanding form. I had been a plump infant and was on my way to becoming an even plumper child, a ravenous machine determined to devour anything in its sights. My parents would later tell me, my friends and anyone else willing to listen that they’d never seen a kid eat the way I ate or react the way I reacted whenever I was denied more food. What I did in those circumstances was throw up. I have no independent memory of this. But according to my mother, it began when I was about eighteen months old. It went on for no more than a year. And I’d congratulate myself here for stopping such an evidently compulsive behavior without the benefit of an intervention or the ability to read a self-help book except that I wasn’t so much stopping as pausing. But I’m getting ahead of the story. A hamburger dinner sounded the first alarm.
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