Andie’s story was, at its core, all too familiar to me. Not the unhappiness of her childhood or her obsession with sweets – but at the heart, her comforting herself with food? Her untreated depression? Her discomfort in her own body? I felt those intensely.
For me, it’s not sweets… it’s cheese, sour cream, chips. Basically, a plate of nachos. It’s my kryptonite and has been ever since I first tasted “7 layer dip” as a kid. Through high school, I comforted myself with food – bags of chips dipped into containers of sour cream was the fave.
To read about Andie’s frustration with herself was intense for me – and I believe it would be for anyone who suffers/suffered from an eating disorder. And her journey toward better health – both mental and physical – was lovely and felt true. It was a bit glossed over (I started walking and lost 135 pounds…) and I definitely don’t think that eating everything in moderation is possible for everyone – or even most people. But it worked for Andie.
Not to mention, she met Leonardo DiCaprio. As someone who went to Titanic six times in the theatre, heavily related. If I touched his back, I think I’d faint. Congrats, Andie. Get it girl.