THE WOMAN BENEATH THE WEIGHT

I wish someone had said to me, a long time ago, before I spent

years looking for the answer in all the wrong places.

This book is not about your body.

I know. The title might have made you think it was. And yes — we

are going to talk about weight. But not the kind you step on a

scale to measure. We are talking about the kind that sits on your

chest at two in the morning when you cannot sleep. The kind that

follows you into the bathroom when you finally close the door

and get thirty seconds alone. The kind that has been with you so

long you have stopped noticing it. That is what this book is about.