Here's a little slice--a question she asks in the essay, If you take an egg and put a bathing suit on it or an evening gown, doesn't it still look like an egg? Is either outfit going to flatter me?
Here are some other of my favorite bits of Robynn's essay:
Diet and exercise. Really? I thought dieting WAS exercise. I exercise self-discipline. I exercise self-control. I RUN off at the mouth about how long this diet is taking and how miserable I am. I JUMP to the conclusion it's never going to work. I THROW myself around in fits of hysteria. All of this makes me break a sweat and, if that isn't exercise then really, I give up.
And. . . those two extremes - devastation over my plight and laughing at how ridiculous I am - would sum up where I am in my head most of the time.