A review by meemawreads
My Body by Emily Ratajkowski

challenging emotional inspiring reflective medium-paced

4.0

I'm grateful Emily Ratajkowski explained who she was at the beginning of this book because yer Meemaw lives under a very fetching boulder, nestled beneath a pile of books, mint Lifesavers wrappers, and cat hair. She's a model, actress, and more importantly a feminist and one hell of a writer who came to fame partly through her nearly-nude appearance in the Blurred Lines music video. (I had the misfortune of catering weddings the summer that godawful song was popular, she's the only person who might hate it more than me.)
ANYWAY. I used this for the "I know this shit's gonna piss me off" space on my Bloomin Readathon board because who has more harrowing stories than a MODEL about how women and fem-presenting people are valued, dehumanized, used and discarded based on their bodies? was right. The existential rage this brought out of me... how many times does person after person after person have to write about the often gendered violence of bodies before we're heard?! I never get tired of hearing about it but if you do, skip this one. And check dem trigger warnings, babies. The last chapter is especially powerful because she's directly addressing a powerful man who's been allowed to profit off her nude image (I refuse to look him up for clarity, shitstains aren't worth the thumb strain.) Four rage taters 🥔🥔🥔🥔/🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔
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