In junior high school we used to have what were called health assemblies where a topic was chosen that was a serious concern, we would watch a movie related to it then listen to a spoken presentation. There was never discussion, just the nurse or another teacher who would stand up at the front of the class and drone on to a classroom full of kids that were happy they didn’t have to do any class work, but who were not really listening. The movie was always done in the spirit of those after school specials -- it lasted about twenty minutes and way over dramafied whatever topic they were drawing attention to with some of the worst acting ever witnessed. There were ones on teen pregnancy, teen suicide and sex in general but my least favorite of all was the one about eating disorders.
Never did I understand the propensity towards eating disorders but especially not anorexia. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t especially thrill me to look down at my now moderately out of shape bod consisting of a semi bubble butt and little pot belly but that is not exactly going to stop me from tossing back a toasted ham and cheese sub with mayo, lettuce and extra pickles; all it means is I have to do a little extra time on the bike that week. I simply could never fathom not eating at all.
When they would show the anorexia movie there would always be a girl who was too thin standing in the middle of a kitchen full of food and she would break off this teeny piece of a cookie and that would be her lunch. Say what? I always thought it was so very sad that she could not understand what a wondrous thing she had going for her there. Anything she could ever want to eat, right there at her fingertips and all she ate was one tenth of a tiny little cookie? My stomach always growled in hopes that my mom might have actually bought some chocolate chip cookies and snuck them into my lunchbox so I could chomp on all of them while I watched the flick.
I was never the girl who went out on a date and got a tiny little salad and only ate half of it. No, if you were taking me out you better bring a fist full of cash because I will most definitely be eating a meal thank you very much. Probably desert too. If by some strange twist of fate I happened to go out with a guy who cared about women who eat then I never knew it. Frankly it would have made no difference, if the guy could not understand that I was unafraid to chow down then I probably would not have been dating them for very long anyway.
Then there was bulimia. Yeah, what is up with that? Eat as much as possible, so much awesome yumminess, and then just get rid of it like ten seconds later? Seriously? How is that fun for anyone? Don’t those people know there are (as my mom used to say) “starving people in China”? And they aren’t exactly doing it on purpose. The nights I used to get too drunk and introduced myself to the well known porcelain God were the worst and it was not due to the drunkenness, it was because throwing up is possibly one of the worst bodily functions ever. Couple that with the fact that it takes the meal itself completely for granted. Shame.
So I guess what it all comes down to is I really think that food is good. And I certainly do not attribute that attitude to any badly acted movie I saw when I was twelve.