I Don't Hate My Body, But I'm Supposed To
I'm not doing 90s body culture again. Ever.
Welcome to Cheaper Than Therapy, a newsletter by Shani Silver.
This isn’t my usual content. This is a test to see if I’m allowed to write about anything else. Recently, while I was eating, a friend said something to me from a place of sincerity, and I heard it from a place of sincerity. She said, “I’m so glad you’re not on the shot.” With a full french fry in my mouth I replied, “Me too.”
It’s hard to exist as a human woman these days without GLP-1s coming up in conversation, while the people having the conversation cannot, for the life of them, figure out a socially appropriate opinion to form on the topic. I’m somewhere in between gratitude that GLP-1s have helped so many people—including ones I love—gain a firmer grasp on their health, and despising the fact that GLP-1s have brought back visible bones as some sort of triumphant beauty standard. I lived through 90s diet culture and couldn’t take a bite of food without its influence for 30 years. I am not fucking doing this again.