I have a very vivid memory of lying in a bathtub, sobbing, shortly after losing 100 pounds. I was on my side, and the loose flesh of my stomach clumped and gathered at the bottom of the tub. My breasts hung like wrinkly sacks encasing small rubber balls. Standing up, a frowny face of drooping skin hung over my belly button, and another drooped over the top of my pubic bone. I was the thinnest I'd ever been in my life.
According to the media narrative, losing weight is one of the worthiest tasks you can undertake, and if you do so valiantly, with the proper amounts of self--ontrol and hard work, your reward at the end will be the beautiful body you've always wanted. You'll burst through some sort of construction paper, or perhaps be photographed in your giant pants. People will stare at you with envy. Confetti will fall.