December 2011
2 posts
Even if drug addiction carried a certain stigma, it was also fairly common; among the rarefied circles in which I’d grown up in Manhattan (as an upwardly aspirational have-not who among the super-rich, I should say), going to rehab was as predictable an adolescent rite of passage as a bar mitzvah.
But the shame that I associated with my abnormal relationship with food, and with my body, was...
