Mona Awad

13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl

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'A beautiful, necessary book' ROXANE GAY.
'Echoes of Margaret Atwood's The Edible Woman' IRISH TIMES.


Growing up in the suburban hell of Misery Saga, Lizzie has never liked the way she looks. Though she dates guys online, she's afraid to send pictures: no-one wants a fat girl. So Lizzie starts to lose weight. With punishing drive, she counts almonds consumed, miles run, pounds dropped, navigating double-edged validation from her mother, her friends, her husband, her reflection in the mirror. But no matter how much she loses, will she ever see herself as anything other than a fat girl?

In her darkly funny, deeply resonant and shocking debut novel, Mona Awad delivers a tender and moving depiction of a lovably difficult young woman whose life is hijacked by her struggle to conform.

'Devastating' EMERALD STREET.
'Honest, searing and necessary' ELLE.

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2019
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  • Feriohar citeretfor 16 dage siden
    I nod and watch this woman pedaling in the dark. Was I like her? Surely not. Surely I was getting somewhere. Surely all my work was the work of progress toward attainable goals.
  • Feriohar citeretfor 16 dage siden
    But even though Ruth’s only a hair thinner than I am, she’s way on the other side of the fat girl spectrum, looking at me from the safe, slightly smug distance of her own control and conviction
  • Feriohar citeretfor 17 dage siden
    Back when I had to shop here, I used to do the same. I’d spend hours hunting for ­something—­anything—­that would render me moderately fuckable. And if not fuckable, something in which I could grieve over the fact of not being fuckable with unbaubled dignity. I make my way through these racks, among these women, not one of them anymore, and yet one of them still, and it’s as though I’ve never left. I really should stop coming here

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