There is a long line of memoirs and stories writing about anorexia. The sad little girls, the perfect ballerinas. Osgood comes out swinging at the way the numbers and diets and traumas give readers a template of sorts for how to be the Best Anorexic. She speaks of her own troubles with the disease, the way culture still glorifies the waif-genius, and how we need a new approach that shows how much the disease limits and kills people.