I am a naturally vindictive person, but disordered eating is a hell I wouldn’t wish on even my worst enemy.
To The Last Gram tells the story of Divya, who realizes from an early age that she isn’t as petite as most of the other girls around her. Perhaps shockingly for an Asian kid growing up in Singapore, neither her parents nor her friends try to shame her into being skinnier: society does that all on its own. After the government, via her secondary school, essentially tells her that she’s fat and needs to manage her weight with the help of an obesity clinic, Divya develops an eating disorder. Her parents do their best to try to help her be healthy, but they’re woefully unprepared to deal with the psychological challenge; and no shade to them because it is A Lot.
This book chronicles Divya’s struggles to get back to healthiness, and is so rawly told, so intimate in the details, that it’s hard to believe it’s entirely fiction. Divya takes great pains to exonerate her parents of any blame, squarely and correctly placing the responsibility for her sickness on a society that drums into the heads of its citizens — and especially young people — an irrational fear of being anything but skinny. Gaining weight is too often seen as a moral failing that opens you up to public ridicule worse than actually committing any crimes. Physical health is given less importance than aesthetics.







