"I know how cloying it is to hear a thin person grumble about the roll in her stomach. But my relationship to my body remains fraught: I still find fullness depressing, hunger uplifting, weight-gain depressing, weight-loss uplifting. The more of me there is, the worse I feel. [...] Here’s a longstanding habit of mine: In response to depression, I diet. I starve out the darkness, replace it with numbers — calories, pounds, sizes, inches. Those numbers keep me busy. They occupy all the space in my brain."
P.S. Don't read the comments. Most are remarkably ignorant.