Published 2000
★★
Well, it is what the title promises. This is written in part as a letter to Krikorian's children, and in some ways I think that's the saddest part of this—it's an in-case-I'm-no-longer-here sort of thing, written from deep within the depths of an eating disorder, but...I have to think that if one's parent died, receiving in exchange a blow-by-blow account of the illness that killed them (or at least was a major factor in their life), including descriptions of being unwilling to gain weight even for the sake of a healthy pregnancy (not the author's fault—eating disorders are a mindfuck—but still), would be just about the last thing one wanted.
It's been more than twenty years since this was published. I hope Krikorian has found some peace and balance since then, and that her children have many, many more positive memories to look back on.
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